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The Young master's fake bride and her lucky system

[Sweet, satisfying, pampering, lots of face slapping.] Zhang Caishen's era had come to an end and he could never rise again, or so they said. But why did he seem to be getting richer and more powerful even if he was now crippled and abandoned by his betrothed? Why was he suddenly so unnaturally lucky? The answer was simple; his new wife!! Lin Alix was not lucky when it came to her family. She was the older, less loved and less talented one in comparison to her younger sister who stole everything from her. But fate intervened and she got lucky when it came to a husband, not only was he wealthy but he loved to spoil her. Suggested by her infinite luck gaming system, Alix married her sister's unwanted crippled husband to be and stepped on the path of a winner in life. She swept up music awards, gained international recognition and got her revenge on her cruel family while becoming Beijing's most envious wife. "Are you crazy, you willingly married a crippled man?" her friends asked. "Yes, but have you seen how much he pampers me?" she asked in turn. "She will cheat on him, he is a cripple and he can't perform his husbandly duties." others gossiped. Alix looked at the so called crippled man who climbed into her bed night after night and laughed. Sorry, he was more than capable. "Honey, I am here to perform my husbandly duties." he would always say coquettishly when he flipped her over. This book is participating in the WSA and the author will appreciate all your support. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, nothing should be compared to the real world no matter how similar. You can also check out my other works here on Web novel. Cover photo from Pinterest.

1cutecat · Fantasy
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278 Chs

Mother, see how far I have come

With a fat happy smiling account balance, Alix left TFK a richer woman than she had ever been before.

For the first time ever in a long time, the world felt brighter and wonderful. She felt like she had many more options in life than she ever did.

In a great mood, she bought some pink carnations and paid a visit to a place where she had not been in a few months.

It was the columbarium where the ashes of her dead mother were kept.

This was a private columbarium, one which took up a small percentage of her earnings every year. But she didn't mind, it was worth it to keep her mother where she was.

She set foot inside what was a quiet and cold hall, one in which silence reigned omnipotent. As she walked across the smooth cream tiled floors, she could hear the loud clicking of her own heels. A nuisance to others, she imagined.