Pure Eleven

[Bad Body X Downfall Heiress]
When Shen Chaoxi first met Shang Jianghan:
She had been thrown out of her house by her biological father, while he was trapped inside his car after being overtaken at a sharp bend.
A pair of slender and fair hands parted the crowd, and at a glance, saw Shang Jianghan's handsome face crushed beneath the weight.
The crowd was panic-stricken, trying every possible means to rescue him, but none were as effective as Shen Chaoxi's cunningly angled kick that broke through the door.
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When Shang Jianghan saw Shen Chaoxi again:
In Shangjing's top-notch club, Shen Chaoxi, dressed in an overly loose Didalun janitor's uniform, was squeezed into a corner of a corridor by several young scions of the Beijing Circle, with only a metal fence separating her from the twenty-meter drop behind her.
Shang Jianghan, hands in pockets and a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, watched coolly, waiting for her to open her mouth and ask for help.
With a clap of her hands, Shen Chaoxi swiftly knocked the group of scions to the ground, wailing in pain!
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The next time Shang Jianghan and Shen Chaoxi met:
In the corridors of the Beijing University Affiliated Hospital, all was white.
Her grandmother's condition had worsened beyond help, and in front of her lay the cold, black-on-white consent form to give up treatment. Her pale, delicate fingers held the black pen, signing her name with firm strokes.
Shang Jianghan approached and, with a swipe, tore the document to shreds.
I'll save the person, I'll pay the bills, you're mine!
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Years later,
As the setting sun cast long shadows, Shang Jianghan leaned against the car door, watching his wife's aggrieved face as she complained, shaking her slender arms: "Your son must lose weight, my arms are sore from holding him!"
Shang Jianghan's lips curved into a faint smile as he gathered her into his arms to soothe her, his emotions swirling with gratitude that such a Shen Chaoxi belonged solely to him!
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The Marriage Trap

The heavy rain during the day had brought a chill to the air, and the club was bustling with people today.


By eight o'clock in the evening, all the private rooms had been reserved.


Even the entertainment venues on the second and third floors were packed, creating a sense of crisis due to overcapacity.


Shang Jianghan stood in front of a window taking a phone call, the adjacent window flung wide open. The breeze, passing through the mosquito netting, dispersed the grey-white smoke she had just exhaled.


The call ended quickly, and she turned around to toss the phone carelessly onto the low table.


"Busy like this just after coming back?"


Song Yang poured red wine for the three of them and pushed the glasses across, looking up at him.


Since arriving at the club, Shang Jianghan had already taken three calls within a short half hour.


Zhong Shuoxi swirled the reddish-brown liquid in his glass and brought it to his nose for a light whiff.


Chapter 93 This Yao Ran should be the same person who switched luggage with you