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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The Crippled CEO Fell For Me

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"Mrs. Ji, you seem to be afraid of me. What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I'll do something bad?" Zhan Cangqiong's eyes were fixed on Shen Hanxing. "I admit that there are some things that I can do, but so what? Can you kill me, Mrs. Ji?"

Zhan Cangqiong raised his hand. The joints on his palm were distinct, looking slender and beautiful, like a pair of hands that could play the piano. However, Shen Hanxing was well aware that not only did the pair of hands not know how to play a musical instrument, but they would also touch many weapons and be stained with blood. But now, he was holding the fruit knife with both hands. He did not hold back his strength. He held the fruit knife and let the sharp edge cut his palm, causing bright red blood to flow.

But Zhan Cangqiong seemed to be unable to feel the pain. He continued to hold the fruit knife and guided Shen Hanxing to place it against his chest. Shen Hanxing could not help but frown.

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