The Villain Wants to Live - Chapter 339: The Emperor and Sophien. (1)

Magic, eastern fantasy, cultivation, scientific technology…

New book “After the Evil Mother-in-law Reincarnated, the Whole Family's Plot Collapsed”, presents an exciting storyline with “mind-reading” + “control group” + “domineering CEO” + “ultimate face slap”~………………………………Companion piece: “God's Daily Life of Spoiling His Wife 2”, welcome to join~The entertainment circle exploded, comparable to a level 12 earthquake.What?! The god of the entertainment circle, Jiang Nuo, who won the Best Actor award at only 25 years old, proclaimed in the latest variety show: “I finally managed to reach 22, and the first thing I did was to get the marriage certificate.”The host was completely dumbfounded: “......” Wasn't there a rumor that he was against marriage......?“Do you know why?”“Why?”“Because she is older than me, I was afraid she would run off with another man.”The first thing the certain male god did after dropping this bombshell was to hurry home to hug his wife, carefully and flatteringly saying: “Um, I accidentally revealed that you're my wife on the show today. We might not be able to divorce for now. How about we wait for a bit longer?”Wife: “......” Are you sure it wasn't on purpose?

Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

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?”