Qiao Wei'an

She was secretly the queen of mercenaries whose name would stun the world. But on the surface, she was only An Zhiyan, the first young lady of the An family. After being summoned home urgently by her parents, she was told that she was only an adopted daughter who was switched at birth, and that their poor real daughter would be coming home tomorrow. The real daughter kept up a pitiful act, causing the upper class society to mock and berate An Zhiyan. An Zhiyan didn’t care and was ready to leave the An family, but was then manipulated by the real daughter! She was even forced to marry a disabled man. 
On the day of her wedding, she escaped by getting into a strange man’s car. 
“Bro, do you feel like ruining a wedding?” 
To her surprise, the man helped her, and then she realized that he was a cripple. Since then, she was being latched on by this lunatic. An Zhiyan was furious and exposed the real daughter’s hypocritical facade. She even publicized all her outrageous actions, causing the An family to give up on her completely. After her revenge, An Zhiyan was ready to leave, but the crippled man pulled her into his embrace. 
She said angrily, “Weren’t you a cripple?” 
The man smiled devilishly. “I just can’t help myself from touching you, so I’m healed now.”
Characters:
An Zhiyan: Mercenary queen, indifferent, powerful
Huo Zui: Dignified, aloof, domineering, stubborn

Handsome Young Master, Mad Wife

Before An Zhiyan returned home, she received a call from Qi Shen. Qi Shen informed her of Fu Ziheng's fate, "He's crippled. One of his legs is crippled."

This result was within An Zhiyan's expectations. If it wasn't her that night, another girl's life would have been destroyed by Fu Ziheng's men long ago.

In that case, it was only natural that she destroyed Fu Ziheng's life.

"Yimo? Why are you here?" Jiang Xinlan opened the door and saw An Yimo. She was excited.

But An Yimo was different from before. She was wearing designer clothes, carrying designer bags, and there was a luxury car parked behind her.

When she saw Jiang Xinlan, An Yimo immediately took two steps back. Her eyes showed a hint of disdain.

"Auntie Jiang," An Yimo called out in a distant manner.

Jiang Xinlan's eyes were sad. She smiled awkwardly.

An Yimo smiled politely. "I'm here to give you an invitation card."

She took out an invitation card from her newly bought Louis Vuitton bag and handed it to Jiang Xinlan.

"Mom and dad are holding a dinner party for me tomorrow. I hope Auntie Jiang and An Zhiyan can come together."

An Yimo tidied her hair and glanced around the room.

"Why do you still live in such a place?" An Yimo wrinkled her nose and said disdainfully, "If you hadn't taken the wrong child and if you weren't poor, I wouldn't be inferior to those rich young ladies, and I wouldn't be laughed at by them."

Jiang Xinlan's pupils constricted. She clenched the invitation letter in her hand, "Yimo, I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

"I've been ruined by your hands for the past eighteen years! What's the use of saying all this now?" An Yimo's eyes couldn't help but redden. She wiped her tears, "I invited you to the banquet to show you how glorious I am without you and this poor life."

Jiang Xinlan wanted to comfort Yimo, but she pushed her away.

"Don't touch me!" She spat. "You're so dirty. You don't deserve to touch me!"

An Zhiyan had just gotten out of the car when she saw this scene.

Jiang Xinlan's eyes started to water. "Yimo..."

"Don't call me that!" An Yimo interrupted Jiang Xinlan. "I have nothing to do with you!"

Jiang Xinlan wiped away her tears. "Wait for me."

She went back and took out a small box. "I made some pumpkin pie today. This was your favorite in the past, take it home and eat it."

An Yimo flipped over the small box. "I don't eat such dirty things!"

An Yimo sneered. "Looks like you and An Zhiyan are getting along pretty well. She's only been with you for a few days, and she's already closer to you than the daughter you raised for eighteen years?"

The golden pumpkin pie was thrown all over the floor. Jiang Xinlan was suddenly at a loss.

At this moment, someone walked up to the box of pumpkin pie and bent down to pick it up.

"Little Yan..." Jiang Xinlan muttered.

An Zhiyan patted the dust off the pumpkin pie and put it into her mouth to take a bite.

She raised her lips. "How can you be willing to give such a delicious thing to someone else, mom?"

Jiang Xinlan's already red eyes instantly teared up.

An Zhiyan looked at An Yimo coldly. "You don't have to accept it, but you can't throw it away. After returning to the An family for a few days, did you suddenly forget basic respect?"

An Yimo's face turned red with anger after being lectured like this.

Don’t Touch Me