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

About ten minutes later, Shang Jianghan stopped what he was doing, lifted his head, and looked at the girl cradled in his arms, who, unbeknownst to him, had already fallen asleep.


The girl's sleep was gentle. Her fair and serene face was quiet and silent, her breath weak, making her look like an unknowing young lady of a wealthy family, so fragile that it tugged at the heartstrings.


In reality, she was as fierce in a fight as Shang Jianghan had once again learned today.


Suddenly, an image from seven or eight years ago surfaced in his mind—on a rainy night, she single-handedly fought against six burly men. The scene had been captured in a video back then, but today it unfolded right before his eyes.


Gently, he placed the girl in front of the pillows and covered her with a thin quilt. Shang Jianghan did not leave, instead, he silently watched her with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips for a long time.


Chapter 332: Su Yi, When Are You Going to Get a Girlfriend?