The Novelist Forced to Become Famous - Chapter 363: Investigation 02

#Let you survive in the wilderness, do you live broadcast and raise cats? #

#Thought you came to make up the numbers, you show off the whole network? #

Song Qingyou traveled through dozens of times to survive, and finally returned to the original world. She originally wanted to lay down the salted fish, but was forced to participate in the wilderness survival due to the current situation.

But after “picking up” the cat, her painting style is completely different from others:

What other people bring at the beginning: straight knife, lighter…

Song Qingyou: A cat.

When others exhausted themselves to climb the tree to pick the fruit,

Song Qingyou: Grill fish for the cat.

While others toiled to rebuild the shelter,

Song Qingyou: Make a nest for the cat.

…

Everyone was waiting to see Song Qingyou being taught by nature to be a human being, but it turned out that she turned Survival in the Wilderness into a vacation mode and became popular all over the Internet.

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Song Qingyou thought her cat was just a little smarter, until one day the cat turned into a living person…

Later, Song Qingyou was photographed going in and out with President Jiang.

Song Qingyou opened a live broadcast to clarify: “It was just an accident, not a relationship.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Zhihan, who once again regained his human form, walked past the camera, causing hot searches.

Song Qingyou stood up and explained: “Ordinary friends, no cohabitation.”

Just after finishing speaking, Jiang Zhihan appeared again in a bathrobe: “The shower gel at home is gone, remember to buy the kind from last time.”

Song Qingyou responded subconsciously: “Okay”

Fans & passers-by who are watching the live broadcast: …

#You really didn’t fall in love, you guys just got married, right? ! #

- Description from novelbuddy

As a duchess with a body like glass, I lost my life in a severe seizure.No, rather, I thought I had lost it.“…I want you.”Then, I was reincarnated as a woman who looked just like me.However, isn’t this woman’s body too healthy?The joy of having a healthy body is brief, everyone says this to me this.Because this woman is my perfect husband’s mistress.I attended my own funeral in order to hear the truth.I saw a handsome man there, crying even more than my own husband, as if the world had suddenly collapsed.Who is that man, who I’ve never seen before?And actually, this woman……Is she my husband’s mistress?*Noticed*- The translation isn't accurate and the language used is considered informal or “messy”.- It's recommended to add this to your reading list to stay updated.- Readers are encouraged to support the original creators by purchasing the official version when it's available.- There are links provided to support the translator financially.- Readers are asked to enjoy the fan translation quietly and avoid causing any trouble or seeking attention.That's all, happy reading everyone!

This is my first original novel, it may be bad, but this is all in my mind and imagination. (Warning!! There will be an Incest genre) Thank you o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o(oh yeah I forgot, this cover is not mine, I just edited it, if you feel you own it and don't like me using it, please tell me)

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?”