CEO's Dear Wife - Chapter 882: NOT A LUCKY DAY

In the waves of steam and machinery, who could achieve extraordinary? In the fogs of history and darkness, who was whispering? I woke up from the realm of mysteries and opened my eyes to the world.

Entering the interstellar era, Su Tan wrote novels, became a celebrity, hosted and ate food, and began to dominate the interstellar entertainment circle.

Until one day, the strongest star / anorexia anorexia / cold abstinence emperor ate his food-long! fat! It’s up!

Emperor, “Fine, marry him back, and I will punish him personally.”

Su Tan, “? ?”

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Ted was reborn in London in 1991, and he had dreamed of becoming a millionaire, but a letter came from Hogwarts!

I thought that relying on the card system and monthly knowledge of other worlds, I would not be the second greatest white wizard of this century.

In the end, you told me that there have been two confluences of stars in this world, and now it is full of magical animals and plants from other worlds, as well as intelligent races!

What’s even more outrageous is that the savior has changed into Neville! Harry became Harley!

Nanadi, play Yindi with me, right?

Then no one wants to live~

System Upgrade!

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”