Gu Shaojun leaned back against the pillows, tucked the blanket in for his fiancée, and continued, "Even though your husband ended up like this, a lot of people still have their eyes on him. I had potential marriage candidates coming to the house every day—sometimes three in one day! Good thing you showed up when you did, or your husband would've been snatched away!"
Xiao Man rolled her eyes, speechless. He was the perfect example of someone spouting utter nonsense with a straight face.
Back then, Gu Shaojun's doctors had declared he didn't have long to live. Even if his family and the organization ignored this diagnosis, intent on finding him a companion, some women were indeed willing. Of course, they were surely only after his status, position, and inheritance. But his heart was already dead to the world, and he was no fool. How could he possibly agree to a marriage?
