A World of Cultivation I Possess - Chapter 34 – Pick up

Shi Qian’s stepmother set her up and forced her to marry a vegetative man. There were three good things about him. He was rich, handsome… and unable to wake up! Fu Sinian, who had been in a coma for more than three years, woke up and found that he suddenly had a wife. His petite wife was fair, beautiful and had long legs.“If you don’t love me, I don’t need you!” Fu Sinian said and coldly threw out the divorce papers.Not long after, the famous Shi Qian was caught in a photograph in the bigshot, Fu Sinian’s luxurious car. Fu Sinian publicly clarified this and said, “Miss Shi and I are acquainted.”Netizens: “Are you guys only acquaintances?

They’re both being driven around in the same car! We’re waiting for you to slap us in the face with your words, Young Master Fu! Nine million fans are watching and waiting!” Not long after, Shi Qian, who was popular in the circle, was once again photographed entering the hotel at the same time as Fu Sinian and only came out after three days. Fu Sinian clarified again, “Miss Shi and I are not in that kind of relationship. We’re not dating.”Netizens: “Mr. Fu must have failed in his pursuit!

If there was a girl Young Master Fu can’t handle in this world, it must be their goddess, Shi Qian!”Thirty million fans continued to eat popcorn and watch the drama! Later, Shi Qian, who has two hundred million fans, had morning sickness while at the Best Actress Award Ceremony! Fu Sinian walked onto the stage slowly and hugged Shi Qian’s waist and said, “Thank you for everyone’s concern. Mrs. Fu is pregnant with our second child!”All two hundred million fans were confused. The beautiful Shi Qian was pregnant with her second child? They were watching the drama unfold all the way! When did they fail to keep up?

Lu Wu, an aimless video game developer, had been feeling perturbed ever since he found out he was the direct descendant of a king from the underworld. Other than the title, His Excellency, his ancestor hadn’t passed down anything else to him. On top of that, all of his ancestor’s subordinates had rebelled against him and completely usurped his inherited territory.

Shi Yuhan is the most heartless and evil human Song Qinghuan has ever met. He's arrogant, sharp-tongued, ruthless, and heartless towards her. Yet, he asks (read threaten) her to marry him and she has no choice but to agree. She needs to get into the Era Group to investigate her elder brother's whereabouts.Will her sacrifice be worth it? Will she be able to find the truth of her elder brother's disappearance? Will Shi Yuhan continue tormenting her? What's his motive?

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?”