Wuxia

The once rich girl Shen Hanxing lost her mother when she was born. She was then dumped overseas by her own father when she was little to her own devices. 

Nineteen years later, her father personally took her home from overseas, and the reason was to replace her younger sister to marry her fiancé Ji Yan, who had lost his legs’ senses after a car accident. 

Father: “Know your place. You’re already marrying above your station when you marry Ji Yan with your status.” Younger Sister: “Thank you for willing to sacrifice yourself for my love~” Shen Hanxing smiled faintly: “Agree to my two conditions, and I’ll gladly marry him.” 

Afterward, she stepped into the Ji family’s home with empty luggage. The man in the wheelchair angrily roared at her in the dark room. “Scram!” 

Shen Hanxing quickly switched on the light, pulled open the curtain, and extended his hand towards the man with the light behind her. “Hello. Let me introduce myself. I’m your wife, Shen Hanxing.” 

When he saw her the first time, he treated her coldly. And then, he treasured her. Ji Yan looked at this woman that suddenly barged into her life. She used her strength to tame his wild and brash younger brother. 

She patiently and compassionately healed his fearful and introverted younger sister.  She used everything she had to slowly support this cold family… 

And then, Shen Hanxing fell into a trap. Before she drifted into darkness, she saw the man that was supposed to be in the wheelchair running towards her in anxiety. 

When she woke up again, the man pointed at the washing board, the keyboard, and the durian and asked, “Hanxing, which one do you want me to kneel on?”

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Even Wei Yong, who had been a playboy and met countless women, could not help but feel aroused when he saw Shen Hanxing like this. That was strange. He had been dating girls and had long been a love expert. Yet, he had feelings for a girl who was more than ten years younger than him and had just glanced at him. It made him feel like those old days!

Wei Yong loosened the collar of his shirt and patted Wei Xi'er's back. He frowned and said, "Xi'er, stop crying. Let's go home."

"You? Who are you?" Wei Xi'er was so drunk that she mumbled inaudible, "Leave me alone! I still want to drink. Come, Mrs. Ji, cheers. I wish those flirtatious scumb*gs all go to hell!"

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