MTL - Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day - v2 Chapter 366 Auction: Different Housekeeping Models!

[ABO/ Omegaverse - Mature Content]Once a single nation, now the Kingdoms of the Zui wolves and Xin foxes have been enemies for ages, with the humans from Su just trying to survive the fallout.Chu Yun is a pampered nine-tailed fox who lives a life of leisure and contentment, until one day his uncle, the king of Xin, calls him over to announce that a marriage agreement has been signed between Zui and Xin.Xiao Zai might be a prince, but despite his noble birth his position is anything but stable. He and his omega father have struggled to survive the royal harem's cruel games and the king's displeasure.One day, the king informs him that he'll be marrying Chu Yun as part of the treaty between Zui and Xin.It would have been an ideal situation, if it weren't for the fact that both Chu Yun and Xiao Zai were alphas.---Chu Yun: we're in this mess now, let's try to make the best of itXiao Zai: ok, how?Chu Yun: ....Xiao Zai: if you come any closer I'll rip your throat outChu Yun: okay, let's see who has the bigger....teeth.---Spoiled, cunning proud alpha fox MC x smart, determined, belligerent alpha wolf ML

It is eight or nine years for her to meet her first love again. In the gas station of highway, she sees him walking from the grocery store. She looks at him, not believing what she sees and asks, ‘Do you still remember me?’ He looks at her, with a bottle of mineral water in his hand, and says peacefully, ‘Yes, even if you became ashes.

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The harassment from my in-laws who looked down on me because I was a commoner.My wife who indifferently watched me.It’s been 10 years since I escaped from them.A fallen family.But my wife, even in her death, still wore her wedding ring.

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?”