MTL - Immortal Mansion Longevity - Chapter 742 This one is good

“Each betrayal leaves a scar… and hers ran the deepest.”Once, Aveline Laurent gave her heart to Damien Ashford - the man who promised her a future, only to cage her with sweet lies.She endured it all with a smile… until fate dragged her back to the very beginning.Now, with a second chance hanging by a fragile thread, Aveline returns.Not to plead, but to punish.
Not to forget, but to make him remember.But revenge is never simple. The path is fraught with shadows—and an unlikely ally–Alaric Lancaster–whose loyalties remain as mysterious as his gaze.

After all the things that he had done in his life, Alex realized that it was already his time to die.

Bai Renxiang, the first young miss of the Bai family had her name on the headlines with a shocking discovery.

As though that wasn’t enough with her tainted reputation, her angry father threw her out of his house and company while her boyfriend broke up with her for an arranged marriage, basing it on the trending news.

She was abandoned and left alone. All but two persons stood beside her, her mother and maternal grandfather.

Life not being satisfied, decided to throw her world into chaos again, with her mother being diagnosed with cancer of the Kidney.

In a bid to get help for her mother’s surgery, she found herself seeking help from her step sister and unfortunately being in the same situation that ruined her life before.

At the end of it all, she was left with a cheque and her dignity GONE.

Li Fengjin, the mysterious CEO of Emperor's Enterprise, the untainted playboy who gets pestered by his parents to get a stable relationship, got laid one night.

He could not forget what transpired between him and the mysterious lady that sauntered into his room that fateful night. He tried to find her but he got nothing.

In the storms and trials of life, would Bai Renxiang be able to rise and find out who set her up to get revenge?

Would he be able to find her? Would they fall for each other? Will they be able to pass their trials without falling apart?

And what about the sweet little thing holding unto his leg from nowhere and saying, ‘Will you be my dad?’

Find out how these two weave their fates in the threat of life.

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“Sir, we have searched and searched but there is no trace of her anywhere.”

“How come? Search again,” Li Fengjin ordered.

“But...”

“NO BUTS!” He yelled in anger. “Get this done, now! Find her and bring her to me if you must.”

“Yes sir.”

Beep!

Taking in a deep breath, he tried to calm down before unlocking his phone and looking at a picture on the screen.

“Think you can run off after leaving my world in a storm, huh? You have to take responsibility for me. Keep hiding, I would find you and make you mine.”

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?”