To My Dear Mr. Huo - Chapter 13 - Such an Ugly Ring

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Tinsley Rutherford's life turns upside down when her rich parents are killed in a tragic car accident. To make things worse, her fiance suddenly breaks off their billion-dollar contract marriage engagement.

Sad and lost, Tinsley goes out one night to drown her sorrows in alcohol and meets the mysterious and handsome Kian Wilson at a bar. To her shock, she wakes up the following morning in this handsome stranger's arms. In her panic, she flees his house and leaves him to search for his mystery princess.

What happens when these two fated strangers meet again? Will they get a second chance this time, or will Tinsley make a run for it again?

[Shuangjie, sweet pet, white and black, happy friends, 1v1]

The majestic master of Yunran, who is proficient in medicine, poison, and martial arts, lives happily like a fairy, but once he was struck by lightning, his soul turned into the bullied eldest lady of the Shangshu Mansion, and his life is not as good as a dog…

The step-sister regretted her marriage, and directly ordered someone to knock her unconscious and throw her on the sedan chair, and marry the man who was rumored to be suffering from eye and leg diseases.

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On the wedding night, Nangong Mo said to her:

“This king is blind and disabled and his life is not long. I don’t want to miss the beauty. You can reconcile and find another lover.”

Yunran replied affectionately: “People in the world often say that when you get married as a husband and wife, there is no doubt about your love. Now that you and I are married, we should never leave. I will accompany you to the last moment of my life.”

However, Nangong Mo heard her voice:

[Heli? Why do you want to reconcile? Living in your house, spending your money, and when you close your eyes and kick your legs, I will dig a hole and bury you, and then inherit your wealth, rich land and beautiful family, wouldn’t it be beautiful? 】

Nangong Mo gritted his teeth slowly: “Heh… very beautiful!”

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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?”