The Warmest Romance - Chapter 1492

Welcome Zhang Yu to the art life section of Yangtai. I am the host army!
     The literary world calls your work the peak of God.
     The comic world calls your work insurmountable.
     The music industry calls your work the limit of art.
     The film industry calls your work a box office myth.
     Of course, these are not what I want to ask.
     I want to ask…
     What is it for the sports world?

- Description from uukanshu

There was a Senior Brother and a Junior Sister. One of them was transmigrated to this world and had cheats while the other was the reincarnation of a Great Emperor.

There was a big news in City A recently. The daughter raised by Haomen Lu’s family for eighteen years was not his own.

The real daughter returned to her place, and the fake daughter was sent back.

From a white swan to an ugly duckling, everyone is waiting to see Lu Ning’s jokes.

Want to see how she, a little princess who has been pampered for eighteen years, will live after leaving the rich family?

Lu Ning was not afraid at all.

Isn’t it poor? Just make money.

However, before she led the whole family to make a fortune, the whole family took her to play counting money at home.

The eldest brother of a certain industry giant dumped several companies to her: “It’s all yours. If you want to have it, there are all catering, entertainment, clothing, and playgrounds.”

The second brother of the top superstar: “Ning Ning, do you want to participate in the draft, I will write you a letter of recommendation.”

Even the youngest brother is a computer expert: “Sister, the person who hacked you will never even think about surfing the Internet in this life.”

Lu Ning: …Didn’t it mean that they are generally poor and useless?

Mother: “Xiao Ning, if you don’t like this gold, Mom will get you some diamonds, so that every piece of your clothes will be studded with diamonds, okay? Just wait, Mom will get you some diamonds!”

Father: “Xiao Ning, isn’t it exciting to use the black card? Dad will get you one with a limit, 50 million is much less?”

Lu Ning:? ? ? Didn’t you say that you can’t pay off the mortgage?

Lu Ning said that there is no room for her to play at all, so be quiet and be a salted fish.

but……

A mysterious organization: “Come and be our boss!”

Dean of a research institute: “Come be my successor!”

Lu Ning: … Is it over? ! I just want to be a salted fish!

The top wealthy Mr. Huo rushed over: “Baby! Come to my pot!”

- Description from novelbuddy

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?”