A dowry of one billion, and I'll marry him!

After her death, her soul wandered aimlessly, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, until it was forcibly brought back just now.

Thinking of this, Shi Yanxia clenched her fists involuntarily.

Half an hour later, the luxury car stopped outside a courtyard house.

"Young Madam, the young master is upstairs. Please come in." The butler stood there respectfully and gestured for her to enter.

Upon hearing this, Shi Yanxia went inside alone. The old house had a very oppressive atmosphere. She stepped inside and looked at the various antiques displayed in the living room.

Shi Yanxia looked around and then went upstairs alone.

As soon as she stepped inside, she saw a tall figure standing there. The man had his back to her, and the sunlight bathed him. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she could clearly feel his powerful aura.

"You're Zhan Jinglin?" Shi Yanxia lowered her voice and called out to him.

Upon hearing the sound, the man slowly turned around, his deep black eyes coldly staring at her, devoid of any warmth. After a long while, he finally looked away.

Looking at her as if she were a complete stranger, the man's eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth. He merely nodded politely to her. Although he did nothing, the aura of authority emanating from him was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

He stood there, looking the girl in front of him up and down.

"It was my grandfather's obsession to have a marriage of convenience to ward off bad luck. You don't need to take it to heart. We won't get a marriage certificate or have a wedding. You can leave after I die." The man's magnetic voice came through, deep and husky.

His words stunned Shi Yanxia, ​​who was somewhat surprised.

In fact, she didn't know anything about Zhan Jinglin. She died before marrying him in her previous life, so she never met him.

All that is known is that he is 28 years old this year, the head of the Zhan family, and suffers from a serious illness that is incurable. Nothing else is known, and the outside world cannot find any information about him.

He was like an invisible superior, standing high above and looking down on everyone.

Before she could speak, the man coughed a few times. His tall body stood there, but the air was filled with the smell of blood, which even the burning sandalwood incense next to him could not mask.

"Young Madam, please return to your room first." At this moment, the butler quickly stepped forward, gesturing for her to avoid suspicion.

Shi Yanxia narrowed her eyes, staring blankly at Zhan Jinglin's body. She took a big step forward, past the butler, and walked towards Zhan Jinglin. As she got closer to him, the strong smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

He wasn't coughing up blood, but the smell of blood on his body was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was about to gush out.

The man sensed her gaze and gave her a cold, authoritative look.

"Go back to your room first." Zhan Jinglin's voice was hoarse.

As Zhan Jinglin turned to leave, his steps were hurried and disordered. As he passed by her, Shi Yanxia suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's arm.

The man froze, trying to break free, but she held him down with her hand, grabbed Zhan Jinglin's collar with her long, slender fingers, and pulled hard.

With a hiss, the man's shirt was torn open, revealing his bronze skin.

Everyone gasped. The butler was terrified and stood there with his eyes wide open.

Unexpectedly, Shi Yanxia tore off Zhan Jinglin's clothes on the spot. No one had ever dared to approach Zhan Jinglin, let alone lay a hand on him.

Her movements were so swift that they caught everyone off guard.

"What are you going to do?" Zhan Jinglin grabbed her wrist with his other hand.

Shi Yanxia's wrist was tightly gripped by the man, but she stared intently at his skin, seeing something stirring within that intact skin, as if it were about to burst forth.

The blood vessels and cells in his body seemed to be fighting, causing the blood vessels to feel like they were about to burst, constantly impacting his skin, which was being stretched and stretched, and a strong smell of blood could be faintly smelled.

Zhan Jinglin felt as if millions of needles were constantly piercing his skin, causing it to fester and slowly destroy his body.

"Hiss." The man groaned, his handsome face instantly turning pale.

The man endured the pain in his body, clenched his large hands into fists, glanced coldly at the butler and bodyguard behind her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take her back to her room."

"Yes." The butler was quite frightened and rushed forward to try to pull her back.

Unexpectedly, Shi Yanxia suddenly reached out, her slender fingertips touching the man's chest, moving them casually as if teasing him or drawing something.

Then, she shoved him hard in the chest with her backhand, and Zhan Jinglin froze.

Feeling the teasing of her fingertips, the tingling sensation surged through his body like an electric current, and the restless blood vessels within him were restrained when she pushed him hard.

The blood vessels inside his body, which were trying to burst out, surged as if stimulated, causing the blood to congeal instantly and then flow backward! His heart suddenly clenched with pain.

"Pfft." Zhan Jinglin spat out a mouthful of blood.

Black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and the stench permeated the air. Zhan Jinglin took a half step back, his pupils contracted slightly, and just as the tension in his body seemed to be stretched to its limit, about to burst, he suddenly returned to calm.

The pain in my body throbbed in waves, then gradually disappeared.

He swayed a few times, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them, his unfathomable depths almost impossible to conceal. He looked down and saw that his skin had not cracked.

Unlike before, when blood vessels burst and impacted the skin, causing his entire body to ulcerate, his skin to tear open and his body to be completely mangled, with thick blood almost drowning him.

But now, apart from spitting out a mouthful of blood, his skin is intact! The pain has also been suppressed.

This was an unprecedented effect. All the doctors told him that his skin kept bursting open, one after another, until he died, and there was no cure.

Now, he looked up in disbelief at Shi Yanxia.

Seeing her withdraw her hand, she glanced thoughtfully at his body and said, "I heard you were going to die soon, I didn't expect it to be true."

As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her fingertips, then looked up and met his gaze.

"But you just said that your grandfather wants me to come and bring you good luck, and you don't plan to marry me, which is perfect since I don't plan to get married either."

"If I'm not mistaken, the doctor gave you an ultimatum, saying you won't live more than a month."

"How about we make a deal? I'll guarantee you won't die for a month, and then you'll let me go," Shi Yanxia said in a low voice, her words casual yet convincing.

Zhan Jinglin narrowed his dark eyes, a hint of disbelief flashing in them: "You can guarantee I won't die for a month?"

"Yes." Shi Yanxia nodded.

She reached out and touched the corner of his mouth, wiping away the blood with her fingertips. She sniffed it and said, "You're just too poisoned, you're terminally ill. You're not necessarily going to die right away."

"I can guarantee you'll live for another month," Shi Yanxia said, wiping her fingertips before tossing the handkerchief into the trash can.