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The Crippled CEO Fell For Me

The once rich girl Shen Hanxing lost her mother when she was born. She was then dumped overseas by her own father when she was little to her own devices. Nineteen years later, her father personally took her home from overseas, and the reason was to replace her younger sister to marry her fiancé Ji Yan, who had lost his legs’ senses after a car accident. Father: “Know your place. You’re already marrying above your station when you marry Ji Yan with your status.” Younger Sister: “Thank you for willing to sacrifice yourself for my love~” Shen Hanxing smiled faintly: “Agree to my two conditions, and I’ll gladly marry him.” Afterward, she stepped into the Ji family’s home with empty luggage. The man in the wheelchair angrily roared at her in the dark room. “Scram!” Shen Hanxing quickly switched on the light, pulled open the curtain, and extended his hand towards the man with the light behind her. “Hello. Let me introduce myself. I’m your wife, Shen Hanxing.” When he saw her the first time, he treated her coldly. And then, he treasured her. Ji Yan looked at this woman that suddenly barged into her life. She used her strength to tame his wild and brash younger brother. She patiently and compassionately healed his fearful and introverted younger sister. She used everything she had to slowly support this cold family… And then, Shen Hanxing fell into a trap. Before she drifted into darkness, she saw the man that was supposed to be in the wheelchair running towards her in anxiety. When she woke up again, the man pointed at the washing board, the keyboard, and the durian and asked, “Hanxing, which one do you want me to kneel on?”

Wuxia · Thành thị
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970 Chs

Speak With My Fist

Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Mrs. Ji, everything started because of me," Zhuang Yu decided. She bent down to pick up a cigarette box, wanting to smoke one, but she failed several times because her hands were trembling. Zhuang Li felt useless. It was okay if she couldn't protect herself, but she had brought others into trouble.

Zhuang Yu felt like crying. Regret and despair interweaved in her. She bit the tip of her tongue hard, trying to calm herself down. The rusty smell of blood spread in her mouth. As the pain struck her, she finally stabilized her trembling hands and lit a cigarette. "It's only smoking. I'll smoke two cigarettes. This matter has nothing to do with Miss Ji either."

"You kids do not need to worry about anything with me around," Just as Zhuang Yu was about to put the cigarette to her mouth, a fair and tender hand stopped her.