MTL - With So Many Vests, I Overturned In Front of the School Grass - Chapter 33

After a seven-day slumber, Chen Yun discovers that his body is undergoing inexplicable metamorphoses that cannot be explained by science.Evolving flesh, unimaginable abilities, mystical secrets...All his previous pursuits now seem trivial, including money and career.The existence of a mythical realm in fantasy also doesn't seem too far off.

A female military doctor is reborn in ancient times and faces drought and famine. Her grandfather is a scoundrel, and her grandmother is vicious; they want to sell her entire family for food.Gu Jinli says: It's a small matter, first deal with the rotten grandpa and evil grandma, then find water to exchange for food, and lead the family through the disaster.Escaping to settle in Dafeng Village, outsiders struggle to fit in and face various oppressions, how to solve it?Gu Jinan says: No problem, brother is a scholar examination master, excelling all the way, from scholar to presented scholar, bringing glory to the family, looking down on scum.Just as life seems to be going well, military chaos erupts, Gu Jinli flips the table, this girl just wants to farm, wars and such, get lost!The young man picked up during the escape: My lady, fear not, your husband is a battlefield maniac, turning from a small soldier to a marquis, ensuring your ten thousand acres of medicinal fields and lifelong peace.PS: A face-slapping, scumbag-abusing farming novel, the main male and female characters are pure in body and mind, with mutual pampering, and a happy ending. [The female lead does not practice medicine but uses medical knowledge to get rich^0^]

He is a firefighter, his face blackened by smoke, coming from the flames, and in one glance, his life was set.The first time he met the young girl, she bent slightly towards him and said, “Sir...”He was amused, thinking she was a little eccentric...She had never seen such a handsome man, tall like a general, and when their eyes met, she was bewildered and forgot she wasn't in the palace...Later, during the school art performance, the young girl sat on stage, dressed in ancient costume, with a veil covering her face, holding a pipa, her eyebrows shy, appearing both delicate and graceful...He raised his alluring eyes, recalling the girl said she knew a little about musical instruments and chess; she was modest.Seeing him in the audience, her heart raced, wanting to perform well but accidentally struck the wrong chord, fortunately unnoticed by him...Later still, the young girl, now grown, suddenly confessed to him, and the usually calm and composed man was caught off guard...It was a love she had hidden deep in her heart for many years, like shards of glass in her palm, both a patient endurance and impulsive agony...The joy of love at first sight, a hidden affection...She would never know that the brother she secretly admired had been waiting for her to grow up...

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?”