MTL - Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 133 One hundred thirty three

At the age of seven, Wen Ning met Gu Chixi for the first time and blew the loudest rainbow fart in her life: “Sister, you are so beautiful, I want to marry you!”

Tong Yan Wuji, everyone laughed, no one took it to heart.

In the future, Wen Ning always pestered Gu Chixi like a follower, but Gu Chixi was indifferent since he was a child, and was cold to everyone, but he didn’t bother her.

At the age of 20, Wen Ning summoned the courage to confess, but Gu Chixi left without saying goodbye, and there was no further news.

Until seven years later…

The company encountered a financial crisis and did not pay wages for nearly three months.

On the day the new boss was airborne, all the staff had a meeting. Wen Ning looked at the cold-faced woman on the high platform, her eyes twitching.

Isn’t this the childhood sweetheart she disappeared for seven years?

After the meeting, Wen Ning was invited to the president’s office. She was not polite and asked with a smile, “When will Mr. Gu pay his salary?”

Gu Chixi raised her hand and picked up the broken hair in her ear: “Then when will you marry me?”

“…”

CP: Leng Yan and Tsundere Captain x Gentle and Paranoid President

– Same sex marriageable, he
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Content tags: urban love

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Ning, Gu Chixi ┃ Supporting roles: He Yu, Gu Jinxian, Qiu Yiran ┃ Others:

One sentence introduction: Ome becomes a boss

Purpose: To be independent, to live a strong life even in the face of adversity

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Zhou Yu was ordered to enter the city and get married. Even though my wife didn't like me, my father-in-law disapproved of me, my colleagues always wanted to bully me, and the bad guys were always looking to take me down, but touch me, that's fine, touch my wife, that's not. Whoever lays a hand on her, I'll take down. I fought until the whole world bowed down, then returned to the village with my wife in glory!

Jun Wu Xiao = Almighty > author. The author accepts to design adventures for Him. So this work will never end, one adventure will lead to another (except the first one because of an error). If you want to read a book that will never end, then read this. Thank you!

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?”