Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family - Chapter 392 - : Cheating

A mysterious black card issues a different amount of money each week and Shi Lei must spend it all within a week’s time. Otherwise, he will be welcomed by the black card’s punishments.

“Spending money is really tiring.” —- Shi Lei said.

“I will set a small goal first, such as spend a hundred million……” —- Shi Lei said in self-satisfaction.

“The one thing I regret the most in life is having infinite money to burn without a choice.” —- Shi Lei finally said.

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Chen Xun crossed into the vast world of cultivation, awakened the Immortal System, and even received an Immortal beast as a companion.Chen Xun walked out of the ordinary small mountain village, stepping into the world of cultivation.Experiencing the prosperous era of cultivation world, the golden age, the era of rule collapse, the dark great turmoil era, and the era when all spirits were silent...Chen Xun, have no interest in fighting or killing, nor do I want to provoke anyone. I just want to travel the world with Bull and see all the splendor of the world.

Shaymon, the man who has achieved the apex of dark magic, is framed as being a Demon King and is killed.

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?”