Re: Tales of the Rune-Tech Sage - Chapter 135: Facade of Invincibility

In the vast and boundless continent Cangtu, there were ancient sects governing the Ten Old Domains, unworldly immortal clans beyond the Blue Sky, and primordial demon gods dominating the dark abyss that together created a great number of brilliant stories over the long course of the history.

In this very world, there was a boy, named Lin Xun, who embarked on his journey to the pinnacle of strength alone through cultivation and spiritual tattoo inscribing.

Escaping alone from the Mine Prison where he had been living since he was adopted by Master Lu, Lin Xun knew nothing about his identity but the little information his adopter, Master Lu, had told him. With two ancient spiritual tools Master Lu gave to him before the destruction of the Mine Prison, Lin Xun started his journey to Ziyao Empire, where he is supposed to find out the truth of his lost Spiritual Vessel and the person who slaughtered his family, leaving him orphaned.

Will he be able to unlock the mysteries of the two magic treasures, unveil the secrets of his identity and create a legend of his own?

There is a saying that goes, a rabbit does not eat the grass by its own burrow.Doctor Jiang said seriously: “Nonsense, this is clearly the case of the pavilion closest to the water enjoying the moonlight first.”He is the young and promising psychologist Jiang Baizhou, skilled in understanding people's hearts, cold and noble. After marrying his childhood sweetheart Nie Cenjin, he was only enthusiastic about showing off their love.For several consecutive days, Cen Jin received strong complaints from relatives and friends about his 'shameful' behavior and finally couldn't bear it anymore: “Can't we just be a bit more low-key?”Doctor Jiang lazily lifted his eyelids and said, “No way, if they don't like it, they'll just have to hold it in.”Later, the always gentle and lovely Cen Jin declared she wanted a divorce, Doctor Jiang narrowed his eyes slightly: “Divorce?”Nie Cenjin pouted seriously and earnestly: “Yes, divorce.”Sitting on the sofa, Doctor Jiang hesitated for a moment, the depths of his eyes revealing a hint of laughter as he slowly got up, walked over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently caressed her increasingly round belly with his other hand: “Be good, we don't dream during the day.”【A sweet romance with mutual covert love, 1V1, are you lacking sweetness today?】

Warning : This is harem novel... but the romance part will start from 63 chapter. So read upto that before dropping the book.

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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?”