Transmigration: Into the Life of Severus Snape - Chapter 42 - 39: Blood & Bonds

After being awakened from their slumber, billions of people found themselves dispersed in various sealed crypts. Surrounded by earth, they each had only a shovel.

In the last life, a good hand ended up losing the entire life.

Gu Weimian got a chance to start over again and was reborn before the college entrance examination.

Everyone said that the eldest daughter of the Gu family was a loser, and Gu Weimian wanted to show them the power of a true academic master.

It was said that the Gu family had no heirs, so Gu Weimian wanted to show them what a truly domineering female CEO was.

With a photographic memory, the world’s top schools are at your disposal.

With the Midas touch, the new generation of business tycoons attract attention.

But…during this process, why did I inexplicably get into trouble with the Big Demon King?

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Qiu Tong transmigrated into a storyline about the poor family background of three major villains..

Her father was a financial fraud, and the three children she raised by herself would become super villains in the future. Their family would end up miserable.

Qiu Tong wanted to leave, but the three children were so pitiful. Without her, they would die.

In the end, she decided to change their fate!

After that, Qiu Tong worked hard to earn a lot of money and became the richest person in City A. The three children also went from gloomy little devils to bright little angels. They even referred to her during their interview.

The jaws of the executives dropped when they saw the interview.

“These children look exactly like the President!”

“President, bad news. Your children are looking for a stepfather for their mother!”

Before long, Qiu Tong was brought to the magnificent palace where a handsome man was waiting.

“You want to run away now after stealing my seeds?”

“What do you want then?”

“I want your heart in exchange.”

Qiu Tong: Charming looks and exceptional character. Off-the-charts martial arts skills and a minor expert at money-making.

Eldest Child: Male, genius in chemistry.

Second Child: Male, extreme martial arts skills.

Third Child: Female, their mascot in her little cotton-padded jacket. A highly-intelligent and skilled hacker.

Jin Yang: S Country’s President. Handsome and cold-hearted. He was set up to have a one-night stand with Qiu Tong. He only found out later that she kept the children.

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?”