Devil's Son-in-Law - Chapter 52: Shea’s Promise

It was in the year 2800 of the Midgard calendar. Back then, there was a Overlord who once reigned supreme and had reached the very brink of subduing the world.

Hua Baihe is an emotional mediator, relying on his own mouth to persuade many pairs of broken pots that deserve to be together.
until selected by the emotion system.

before crossing.
She vowed to slap the small flat chest with a bang: “As long as there is a reward, there are no couples that I can’t persuade!”
System: “Do well, little girl.”

After crossing.
Hua Baihe looked at the man above him with a look of horror: “…No, this really won’t work for me!”
The system prompts: “The host is not allowed to fall in love with the target character.”

The man’s kiss fell.
Hua Baihe: “The system, listen to me, I was forced, and you asked me to do it.”
System: “…” I didn’t let you be the protagonist!

Edible instructions:
1. Decline to pick up the list! ! ! !
2. Easy and mindless bullshit, attack and accept are decided by the first time.
3. The CP in this article is always the same person, and all CPs are willing to be together! Occasionally a little fun! Don’t take it seriously!
4. I can accept only watching the first two worlds and complaining about another heroine, but I suggest to keep reading. The author does not write brainless logic. Of course, I suggest that I can’t stand the upper right corner. Generally speaking, I accept peaceful discussions, but scold me. I’ll kill you, I hope you know.

- Description from novelbuddy

In the year 2025, humans awakened with the ability to summon mighty beasts—capable of destroying terrains, breaking the laws of physics, and creating wonders limited only by one's imagination.But before these blessings came a curse.An alien face appeared from nowhere and threatened all life on the planet, leading to the greatest war in human history.In the aftermath, the human race and the alien race were forced into a shaky treaty that could be broken at any time.Years later, tests for summoning abilities began for the next generation. Those who awakened low-grade summoning would be thrown to the gutters, while those who awakened higher got to join great factions after graduating from the academy.Kairos Veyl, the blank, calculating student, pulled his hand from the massive crystal pillar and stared at the large beast before him.“This kid—he just got a LEGENDARY SUMMON.”A legendary summon? The greatest class of summoning. However, with this class came a risk one would have never guessed.

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?”