Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 23: My Wife is So Cute

The two bodyguards immediately walked toward Vivian Quinn.

"I’d like to see you try!" Vivian Quinn whipped out her phone and aimed it at them. "Everyone watching my stream, you’re all seeing this. My own parents are trying to force me to marry a man older than they are. To think the prestigious Quinn Group has stooped to selling its daughter for profit." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

They all looked at one another.

Rachel Quinn’s face paled. Terrified of being caught on camera, she scurried away.

Gordon Aldridge also quickly covered his face with his hand and demanded, "President Quinn, what is the meaning of this!"

"Vivian Quinn, how dare you livestream this!" Silas Quinn nearly fainted from rage. "Turn it off this instant!"

"You dare to do it, but you don’t dare let people know? My stream doesn’t have many viewers, but I can get you trending in an instant and let everyone see the true face of the great President Quinn."

"And this President Aldridge here. Come on, look at the camera, don’t hide. Robbing the cradle, are we? You have the guts to do it, but not to admit it?"

Gordon Aldridge stood up in a fury. "Silas Quinn, this isn’t over! Hmph!"

With that, he stormed off, his beer belly leading the way.

Silas Quinn hurried after him. "President Aldridge, please let me explain! I’m your father-in-law, President Aldridge..."

"Get lost! If my identity gets out, I’ll make you pay!"

Silas Quinn couldn’t stop him, and with the livestream still supposedly running, he was furious enough to kill Vivian Quinn.

He forced himself to calm down and softened his tone. "Vivian, you must have misunderstood something. Daddy loves you the most. How could I possibly marry you off to an old man?"

"You must have misheard. Daddy wanted you to marry President Aldridge’s son. His son is around your age; you’d be a perfect match."

Vivian Quinn sneered. "Keep up the act. Go on."

"What act? Daddy is telling the truth."

"I don’t believe a word you say anymore, not even the punctuation." Vivian Quinn looked at him, her eyes filled with bitterness. "Actually, on the day I returned to the Quinn family, I was so happy. I thought I would finally have a father who doted on me and loved me."

"You were different from that thief. In my heart, you were a tall and noble figure. I thought you were the mountain at my back, my safe harbor from the storm. But I was wrong. You are Rachel Quinn’s safe harbor, you were never mine."

Silas Quinn was rendered speechless.

"Don’t provoke me again, or I won’t go easy on you." Vivian Quinn turned to leave. When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, looked back at them, and waggled her phone with a sly smile. "Forgot to tell you, I wasn’t livestreaming."

"You don’t air your dirty laundry in public. Having parents like you is just too embarrassing for me."

Everyone: "..."

Vivian Quinn turned and left proudly, then hailed a cab home.

...

When Jett Sterling woke up, it was already dark.

He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Vivian Quinn sitting by the bed, crying.

Jett Sterling frowned. "Mrs. Sterling, what’s wrong?"

"You’re awake?" Vivian Quinn quickly wiped her tears. "It’s nothing. Prenatal depression."

Jett Sterling: "..."

"Are you worried about my health?"

"No. You’ll be fine, so I’m not worried."

"Then why are you crying?"

"It’s nothing. Are you hungry? I’ll go get you something to eat."

"Vivian." Jett Sterling took her hand. "You can tell me anything. I’m your husband, understand?"

"I know. I’m really fine."

’Some things were just too difficult to say out loud.’

’Was she supposed to tell him that her own mother had tried to force her to consummate a marriage with an old man today?’

Vivian Quinn fed Jett Sterling a bowl of porridge and wiped the corner of his mouth. "You need to rest and recover now. No sudden movements."

"Okay." The man looked at her. "Mrs. Sterling, if I recall correctly, you kissed me of your own accord today."

Vivian Quinn: "..." ’She knew he wouldn’t just let this go!’

"I was just distracting you so I could use the silver needle to help you sleep peacefully."

"But you still kissed me."

Vivian Quinn decided to just own it. "So I kissed you. What about it!"

"I have to return the favor."

"...So, when it comes down to it, you’re just trying to be a scoundrel, aren’t you?"

"If we’re talking about being a scoundrel, you started it."

Vivian Quinn said in a grave and earnest tone, "Mr. Sterling, you’re injured. You need to remain calm. I’m afraid that if you kiss me, your blood will flow too quickly and you’ll aggravate your injuries."

The man chuckled softly. "It would be my pleasure."

"Well, I don’t want to sleep next to an invalid every day. You’d better hurry up and heal."

"As you command."

After Jett Sterling’s teasing, Vivian Quinn’s mood improved considerably. She pushed him downstairs for a walk in the garden before they returned to their room to wash up and go to sleep.

...

A week later, Jett Sterling went to the hospital to have his stitches removed.

The injury didn’t leave any lasting complications, and Vivian Quinn finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She took a baseball cap out of her bag and put it on Jett Sterling’s head, covering the spot where his hair had been shaved. "It looks good, but it really doesn’t go with your suit. It would be better if you changed into some casual clothes when we get home."

The man was agreeable. "Whatever my wife says."

"Since you’ve been eating such a bland diet these past few days, I’ll allow you to have a steak today. But no red wine."

"Okay."

Just as they walked out of the hospital, Vivian Quinn’s phone rang.

She glanced at it and saw it was a call from Rachel Quinn.

Vivian Quinn told Jett Sterling to get in the car first, then swiped to answer. "Speak."

"Vivian, was it you? Did you have that cripple in the wheelchair send people to attack Austin?" Rachel Quinn screamed into the phone. "You’re so vicious! How could you try to have Austin killed!"

Vivian Quinn instinctively turned her head to look at the black Bentley not far away. "Austin Grant was attacked?"

"Austin is seriously injured and they’re still trying to save him in the ER! If anything happens to him, I’ll make you pay!"

Vivian Quinn sneered. "As if I was planning on letting you off the hook. Rachel Quinn, I didn’t stoop to your level before with your phony innocent act because I cared about Silas Quinn and Yvonne Lawrence. But now, I don’t care about them anymore. Do you really think you can still scheme against me?"

Rachel Quinn suddenly burst into tears. "Vivian, I know you’re angry with me and Austin, but you can’t just send people to kill him! This is a person’s life we’re talking about! If something happens to Austin, I won’t be able to go on living... *sob*..."

Vivian Quinn shook her head helplessly. "If I’m not mistaken, Ethan Grant is there, isn’t he? Not bad. After this little performance, he’ll probably like his future daughter-in-law even more."

"I have to say, you and the Grant Family are a perfect match. You’re all just as scheming. As they say, birds of a feather flock together. I hope your little family is stuck with each other forever."

After saying her piece, Vivian Quinn hung up. Once she was in the car, she eagerly asked the man beside her, "Did you arrange for someone to hurt Austin Grant?"

"Yes." Jett Sterling didn’t deny it. "We didn’t find any concrete evidence pointing to the Grant Family for what happened that day, but we can’t just swallow that loss in silence."

"How could you do that!" Vivian Quinn demanded angrily.

Jett Sterling’s brow furrowed. "You’re angry that I went after Austin Grant?"

"Of course I’m angry!" Vivian Quinn said, puffing her cheeks. "Why didn’t you tell me when you sent people to beat him up? It’s such a shame I couldn’t be there to watch such a gratifying scene in person!"

Jett Sterling: "..."

He leaned over and pecked the girl on the cheek. "My wife is so adorable."