Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption - Chapter 79: The mall not for the crippled...

When Yao Ling saved a handsome man, she never thought that there would be a day she would propose a marriage to him.

[Regressed successfully!]Zick lifted his eyelids, revealing two dull eyes. A grand room filled with medical appliances was reflected on his pupil.The piercing pain originating from the abdomen made Zick slowly accept the reality.He had returned 10 years back in the past!The very moment from when Zick began to lose everything.[Destiny system has been activated. Get closer to people with strong destiny and strengthen your own destiny!][Sub-function: shall be unlocked soon!]After taking a look at the interface, Zick closed his eyes.“First…I should repay that chick for this wonderful gift.” Zick looked at the bandages on his waist.......{Additional tags: Age regression, Evil protagonist, cold female leads, Academy, evil organizations, conquering, war.}

Humiliated by her ex-boyfriend's mother, Song Qiao was forced to end her first love. Facing the cold sarcasm from her half-sister, on the street in a fit of anger, she randomly grabbed a man, “Sir, do you have a girlfriend? If not, let's get married!”The man squinted at her and nodded, “Sure!”Marrying Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao received the utmost pampering, but just when she was falling for it, she discovered the reason behind everything...Five years later, Song Qiao made a strong return. Just as she stepped into An City's international airport, she was directly apprehended, and she was greeted with the squinting smile of a man, “Mrs. Lu, after traveling for five years, have you missed me and our son?”However, Song Qiao remained unfazed, her red lips slightly parted, “Sorry, Mr. Lu, we are already divorced. Please call me ex-wife!”The man was indifferent, pulling her into his arms, “I haven't signed the divorce agreement, and I haven't gone through the divorce procedures. How could there be an ex-wife to talk about?”

As the future High-Ranking among Elven, I was meant to be dignified and holy—but my friends never gave me the chance. One is a human prodigy turned “cripple” after an accident, determined to prove everyone wrong. Another is the Demon King, whose idea of preparing for war involves turning his entire race into farmers. As I watch my friends stir chaos in their own ways, I can’t help but wonder—how did I end up in the middle of all this?