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

An hour ago, CEO Shang had canceled an important engagement and left work on time.


The Cullinan passed by a flower shop where various fresh flowers shone through the glass windows, their colors bright and delicate. Among them, the pink and white roses were nestled, adding a touch of purity to the reds, yellows, and purples.


Driven by certain emotions, CEO Shang didn't hesitate to pull over and enter the flower shop.


When he came out, he had in his hands a large bunch of pink and white roses.


The bouquet was wrapped in purple and white satin paper without any extra greenery or decorations, yet it appeared purer than white snowflakes, intoxicating to behold.


Between husband and wife, giving flowers does not need to be confined to holidays; it seems that whenever the mood strikes, one can go ahead and do it.


CEO Shang carefully placed the flowers on the passenger seat. The fresh flowers, worth less than a thousand yuan, were handled with more care than jewelry.


Chapter 179: Brother, I appreciate your sentiment; I'm so touched.