MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter - Chapter 17 Chilo

One morning after being struck by lightning, Ye Wenxuan inexplicably gained the superpower of being able to generate electricity.

If he jammed his finger into one of the generator terminals in an electricity power plant, he could provide a year’s worth of power for 3 Tier 1 cities simultaneously, receiving the name “the mobile nuclear power plant.”

The country’s electrical company’s boss held his hand, speaking emotionally: “Comrade ah, the country’s future electrical development will all depend on you!”

Ye Wenxuan: WTF

Later, the “mobile nuclear power plant” was dispatched to be a bodyguard for a local tyrant.

Xing Yuan coldly said: “Just now did you or did you not electrocute me?”

Ye Wenxuan pointed to the heavens and swore: “I am an honorable employee, how could it be possible for me to make a move on my employer!”

Later on…

he made a move.

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Jiang Yu was a small mermaid who couldn’t sing. He had always felt inferior because of this. Not until he came to shore to find the father of his baby did he discovered that his talent turned out to be acting. Since then, he had trampled on the scum man, going on the acting road all the way, and progressing triumphantly.

Qin Shen: ??? You ran away after sleeping with me, and you still call me a scum man?

The not yet met Jiang Yu: Oh, it’s a small star who wants to hug my thighs.

The after contact Jiang Yu: Really fragrant.

Qin Shen found that things around him often disappeared, at first it was handkerchiefs, then ties, and then his shirt. And every time he lost something, there will be more pearls around him. One day, he caught all the things he had lost in that room, and he saw a little thief in his pajamas.

The little thief Jiang Yu is not happy, pointing at the jar of pearls, I am not a thief, I have money for you.

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“….Krische-sama, are you not afraid of killing people?”

“……? No. After all, it doesn’t hurt Krische.”

Although gifted with the talent to do anything with ease, the girl lacked empathy.

In her world, there is only loss and profit. No goodwill, no love.

Inhumanly recognizing cold, mathematical logic as everything, she looks at everything in the world through calculating lens.

Return given profit with profit, loss with loss.

The girl was undoubtedly pure, yet undeniably abnormal—

Her favorite things are cooking, food, and being pampered.

Her specialty is mu*der.

—- This is the story of a slightly unhinged girl being surrounded by kind and loving people, and her journey to find happiness.

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?”