Ji Anbei was born in the most powerful family in Rainbow City, but he was disabled in a wheelchair for many years. Besides, his parents did never care about him, because they didn't love him. Ji Anbei was arranged to marry the daughter of a small family, the Bai family. The joke of the marriage of a country girl and a disabled person occupied the headline news of the city for many days.
Ji Anbei: "Just her? If she entered the gate of the Ji family, she would enter the cold palace I set up."
The next day: "My wife is delicate and shy. Except for her good-looking, she can't do anything else. Please leave!"
The wife herself: "Hmm? This is me? I am a divine physician in the medical world, a top hacker, a doctor of Business Administration, beautiful and smart!"
As long as she wanted, she would expose all his secrets in a minute. For example, this disabled person might be... he was so good at acting that she wanted to escape!
Ji Anbei replied: "Please let me pick up my wife. My son misses her mother very much."
The lady: "No one can fetter my life! I won't go back!"
The next day: "Honey, I know I was wrong. Please open the door..."

Mr. Ji, Your Wife Is Awesome

Lu Jinting was still loyal to his friends as before.


"I remember that you have been delayed from graduating, haven't you?"


Bai Liwei's words tore the young master apart. She could even hear the sound of his spouting wine.


"Sister Wei, are you kidding me? I have wine in my hand and a beautiful woman in my arms. This is not a good time to talk about this. It's such a bummer. Besides, my mother doesn't know about it. She's just recovered. I beg you to show mercy."


Said Lu Jinting in a very humble voice.


"I know. I just want your school number."


"Are you trying to hack the Internet cafe in our school? Sister Wei, if they find out that you hacked it with my account, they won't let me graduate even if I spend more than one million." Lu Jinting got wary immediately.


Bai Liwei had no choice but to tell Lu Jinting everything.


Chapter 232 No Witness