He Who Was Forgotten – The Last High Elf - Chapter 37 – Morveth’s Mask

After transmigrating, Liu Changqing skipped over the dating phase and was thrust straight into fatherhood with a son and a daughter. This left him in a gloomy state. His eldest son is mature and intelligent, while his young daughter, resentful of her parents’ divorce, blames Liu Changqing for everything and treats him with hostility.The original owner of this body was the ultimate “simp.” He grovelled so much that his ex-mother-in-law’s single agreement allowed his ex-wife to take away all the family assets in exchange for custody of their two children.Now, with his factory bankrupt, Liu Changqing is racking his brain over how to raise his son and daughter. This has become his biggest headache.——————————————No reconciliation, no groveling, and firmly grounded values.

On the eve of the engagement, he lanjin saw her sister and her fianc�� conspiring against the he family in the toilet. She immediately reported them to the headlines, tearing apart White Lotus flowers with one hand and torturing them with the other.

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?”