I Really Don't Notice - Volume 2, Chapter 3 - Lonely Eyes

Murong Zhining led a life of running constantly in a plight before she settled down in the Zhuang family as their (supposed) daughter-in-law. Until, one day, the Zhuang Estate… collapsed.

Follow the girl as she unraveled the mystery of her identity through three seemingly unrelated objects leading to the treasure that entangled their fates.

Between a king and a general, who would be the one to yield to the phoenix and offer her the world with two hands? Who would be the one to win her heart?

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

Lin Wudao transmigrated and obtained an invincible system to bury corpses.

So long as he buried the corpses of the powerful, he got to take over what they had or what they touched as his bonus. What was more, those items he stood to win were the enhanced versions.

The minimum level was enhanced by ten times!

“You’ve buried the corpse of Jiang Taichu the Great Emperor. Your cultivation prowess just increased by 10,000 years!”

“You’ve buried the corpse of your fiancee, Jiang Qingxue. You get the essence of the immortal, which is enhanced by 100,000 times! It’s thus upgraded into the essence of harmony. You will become the Immortal Emperor after the extraction of it!”

……

Ever since he acquired this system, Lin Wudao had embarked on an invincible journey of advancing history and dominating the world.

When I entered for the Film Academy, the examiner arranged a crying scene for me. I pinched my thighs blue but still no tears came out, but now, oh.

Chen You held a cigarette with his mouth, give me ten seconds, I can cry like a dog, a dead dog.

444: Film Emperor, it’s time to go to the next set.

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