Master Zhan, Calm Down! - Chapter 2249 - : pure, little romance (7)

Shen Yan insisted on marrying this Fu Hang even at the risk of being abandoned by her family and relatives. She thought that after three years, she would be able to melt the ice in his heart. However, when this man detained her and forced her to kneel in front of his family to confess to mistakes she never committed, Shen Yan realized that this man’s heart was made of ice. When she fell into the water alongside her elder sister-in-law, Lin Xing, Fu Hang jumped down at the first moment and saved Lin Xing. He carried Lin Xing to the hospital while Shen Yan, who did not know how to swim, could only wait for the guard to save her. The child in Lin Xing’s stomach could not survive the ordeal and she had a miscarriage. Fu Hang brought Shen Yan to his family without any explanation and asked her to kneel and admit her mistake. His eyes under his sharp brows were piercingly ruthless as if he stabbed a knife into Shen Yan’s heart. “After Big Brother passed away, he only left a child behind. You shouldn’t have killed this child!” “I didn’t do it. She jumped down herself!” “What are you waiting for? Kneel and admit your mistake!” Three years into her marriage, Shen Yan was convinced that even a dog was more valuable than her in the Fu family, what more Lin Xing who Fu Hang really loved. Right before one of her kneecaps was about to land on the ground, Fu Hang still thought that Shen Yan would admit to her mistake. Little did he expect Shen Yan to slowly straighten up and said, “Fu Hang, let’s divorce. I’ll just pretend that I fed the past three years to the dogs. Nobody is worth wasting my youth on after this!” Therefore, Shen Yan decided to return home and accept her inheritance that was worth hundreds of billions. A glorious life awaited!

Introduction: [Warmly heals the daily text, don’t enter if you don’t like it] In the terrifying world of demons, demons, and ghosts, countless human players are carefully living, but Mu’an plays the daily strategy game with the favorability system. “You spent ten…

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This story tells the life of two people, a noble only in name and an older wife from the army, married through a tentative agreement. In the bone-chilling cold, they spend their time hunting, gutting, and cooking by the fireplace. Their daily life passes peacefully. This is the warm love story recounting their daily lives.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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