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!
Sweet pampering/dual purity, join the story with ease!

The Marriage Trap

As soon as Shang Jianghan pulled open the private room door, he came face to face with Song Yang, who was entering with a cake in hand.


The way the other person was dressed, he clearly wasn't just heading to a public restroom!


"Yeah," Shang Jianghan responded tersely, his deep eyes fixed on the ten-inch cake.


They were still doing this sort of thing for his birthday?


Song Yang, holding up the cake, was quite proud of himself.


"Look here! I ordered this especially for you, and I even designed the pattern myself! Aren't you being a little too disrespectful?"


Although the several bottles of fine red wine he brought were almost completely polished off by this guy, it did not affect the sense of ceremony a birthday cake brought.


The birthday cake was a custom order, wrapped in a clear box, inside of which was a cluster of pink and white gradient roses.


Shang Jianghan slightly frowned and then smirked maliciously.


Chapter 97: It's Not that the Cake is Ugly, It's that the Person Delivering it is Wrong