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

Emerging from the emergency room, and waiting for my grandmother to be settled in the intensive care unit, it was already 7 a.m.


At the end of September in Shangjing City, the sky was just beginning to brighten at this time, and the morning breeze carried a chill that sent Shen Chaoxi, who hadn't slept all night, shivering.


Her mind, previously foggy, instantly cleared as if a cup of ice water had been poured into it.


As she left the emergency building and headed to the parking lot to retrieve her car, she ran into Shang Jiangchuan, who was just getting off work.


Shang Jiangchuan was also preparing to go home.


"Director Shang, thank you for last night," Shen Chaoxi greeted him politely.


Shang Jiangchuan, now out of his white lab coat, was wearing a light gray overcoat over a white shirt and dark slacks. He looked refined and scholarly, more like a genteel university professor than the legendary surgeon he was famed to be.


Chapter 111: How Much Do You Know About Our Jianghan?