MTL - Top of Qinglian - v3 Chapter 3779 race against time

[This is the history of the counterattack of the orphaned girl in Jiangmen, and it is also a love story that turns the tyrant into a loyal dog husband. 】

In the previous life, her aunt was in power, her parents died tragically, her elder brother died young, and she became an orphan.

Ji Jiying, narrowly escaped death, and finally helped the scumbag to dominate the world. After all the hardships and joys, the day came, but his innocence was destroyed by his concubine…

Ten years in a water prison, life is worse than death, she vowed that if there is an afterlife, they must also taste the taste of being mermaid!

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Revenge

In the desolate backyard, the sister-in-law was lying on the ground in ragged clothes, looking at the brightly dressed woman surrounded by people on the porch with red eyes: “Ma Ningyue, you framed me, you will die!”

She smiled slightly: “Look at what my sister said, why don’t I understand at all? Since I married into the palace, I have devoted my heart and soul to my sister. My sister is empty and lonely. I will find some men for my sister; my sister’s drug addiction broke out. , I sent Wushi powder to my sister; it is not convenient for my sister to serve my brother-in-law, so I found a few maids for my brother-in-law… In this world, is there any younger sister who is as considerate as me?”

The concubine’s lungs were about to explode, and she wanted to kill her with a sword, but she didn’t even have the strength to stand up, so she had to bow her head in resignation, and big tears rolled down her face: “Let me go… Please, Let me go…”

“Let you go?” A gorgeous smile appeared on her clear face, “For the sake of our sisters, here is a divorce paper, take it.”

Sister Shu’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she was finally able to leave this devilish place! You can finally start a new life!

“However, it’s not yours, it’s Auntie’s.”

The concubine fell from heaven to hell in an instant!

She smiled sweetly and said: “My aunt has been dismissed from the house by my father.”

“Ma Ningyue, she is your aunt!”

“Yes, yes, she is my aunt. She crawled on my father’s bed, killed my brother, plotted against my mother, and sold me to others to pave the way for you. I remember all of these! She is old and has bad legs. , I was afraid that she would die of starvation and freezing to death outside, so I specially found a good place for her, where she can eat a bowl of bad rice as a coolie for six hours a day, how about it, isn’t it good?”

The concubine was trembling with anger, every blood vessel seemed to be twisted: “Ma Ningyue, don’t be too arrogant, my brother is a son-in-law…”

She smiled coldly: “My brother is gone, will I let your brother live?”

Sister Shu was so angry that she passed out!

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marriage proposal

This trash prince will be a murderous tyrant in the future, and it is better for him to stay as far away from him as possible. As long as he wins the first place in this competition, he can make a request to the emperor.

She wants to divorce, she must!

What?

He also participated?

What?

He also took the first place?

What?

He begged the emperor to give her to the palace next month? !

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Raising a baby

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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?”