Ep1

Aerin looked at Cedric lying on the bed. Although the man was unconscious, he had been very well taken care of. Aside from his excessively pale complexion, he looked as if he were merely asleep.

Cedrian, standing beside the bed, let out a soft sigh. “Has there been any change in Cedric?”

Aerin knew he was asking whether Cedric had woken up, but unfortunately, there had been no change at all. Compared to three days ago, when she had married into the family, the man remained the same—without the slightest response.

Seeing Aerin shake her head, Cedrian nodded, his face betraying neither joy nor sorrow. “Take good care of him. If he wakes up, the Ced family will not treat you unfairly.”

With that, Cedrian turned and walked out. The butler, who had been waiting outside the door, lowered his voice and said, “Second Young Master is here. He says he has come to visit Young Master Cedric.”

Hearing the words “Second Young Master,” Cedrian frowned, a trace of displeasure appearing on his face. However, he did not say much. He casually shut the door, and the room once again returned to silence.

Aerin let out a sigh of relief. He sat down by the bed and turned his head to look at the unconscious man.

Three days ago, for reasons unknown, he had transmigrated into a book titled The Lucky Male Bride of a Rich Old Tycoon!, becoming the male wife in the story — Aerin.

The character who shares his name, however, possesses a special body—he is intersex. In this world, there exists a third gender: intersex people. They are few in number. Although legally recognized, they still face significant discrimination. Logically speaking, the Ced family in the southern city holds considerable influence, and Cedric, as the sole heir of the family, should not be able to marry an intersex person.

However, not long ago, he was involved in a car accident and fell into a deep coma. It is said that Cedrian tried countless methods, all without success. In the end, he invited a highly respected fortune-teller in the southern city. The man claimed that only by finding an intersex person to perform a “joyous marriage” ritual for Cedric could the misfortune be resolved. Determined to wake his grandson, Cedrian naturally no longer concerned himself with whether it was appropriate for an intersex person to marry into their family. As long as his grandson could regain consciousness, he was willing to do anything—he would agree to any condition.

Aerin’s understanding of the entire book stopped there. After all, when the novel was recommended to him on his phone, he had only been drawn in by the protagonist sharing his name. He had read merely three chapters before somehow transmigrating into this world. At present, Aerin was truly at a loss and could only take things one step at a time.

The wall clock ticked steadily, its sound echoing through the quiet room.

The man lying asleep had large eyes, now peacefully shut without the slightest sign of opening. His nose was high and straight, his thin lips slightly pressed together. Because he had not eaten or drunk anything for so long—sustained only by nutrient fluids—his lips had long since lost their color.

Sunlight streamed through the windowpane, spilling across his pale face, giving Aerin the strange feeling that in the next second, Cedric might simply ascend like an immortal.

It had to be admitted: even unconscious, the man was strikingly handsome.

Marrying a man or living with one was something he could accept—after all, his sexual orientation was gay. The only thing he found difficult to accept was this body. The moment he thought about it, he could not help but feel a little embarrassed.

Retracting his gaze, Aerin stood and walked out of the room. The medicine in the kitchen had already finished decocting, and he would fetch it himself. According to the high monk’s instructions, from the day of their marriage onward, everything related to Cedric had to be done personally by him.

The Ced villa had three floors in total. Aerin and Cedric stayed in a room on the top floor. As he went downstairs, he passed by the study. It was unclear whether someone had forgotten to close the door or had deliberately left it open, but from inside came the Old

Master Ced’s stern, icy voice:

“In the Ced family, everything is to be left to Cedric. You shouldn’t say anymore.”

“Dad, I really don’t understand you. That monk is obviously a fraud. He said that if Cedric married that intersex boy, he would wake up. But it’s already been days, and he’s still lying in bed without moving. I just want to tell you, so you can stop hoping in time. Besides me, who else can you leave the Ced family to now? I may not be outstanding, but I’m still your son. I still bear the Ced surname!”

A trace of bitter pain flashed through Cedrian’s eyes, but he quickly concealed it. He looked at Cedrial and said, “The time hasn’t come yet. It’s too early for you to be talking about this.”

Cedrial seemed not to have expected Cedrian to be so stubborn. The expression on his face shifted repeatedly, but in the end he suppressed his unwillingness.

“Then we’ll wait until after seven days to talk,” Cedrial said, leaving those words behind before turning, opening the door, and striding away.

Aerin hid in the corner, blinking as he watched the furious man leave. He thought that if Cedric still did not wake up after seven days, as the high monk had claimed, then Cedrian would likely leave the Ced family to his only remaining son. No matter how much he disliked Cedrial, he was afraid there would be no other choice.

But in the end, such matters were not for him to decide. Regardless of whether Cedric woke up or not, he would find a way to leave this place.

As he came downstairs, he heard two housemaids sitting by the kitchen door whispering softly: “What’s the use of the Fu family having money? Money can’t save a life. Even if the old master doesn’t want to, I think in the end he’ll still have to hand the family estate over to the second young master.”

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