MTL - Parasitic Cultivation: Race Clearing System - Chapter 496 Showdown, stop playing

A person in their third year of high school, experiences the arrival of a divorce comeback system 20 years early. At 38 years old, with a failed marriage, standing at the crossroads of the established and confused years, you recall your young days with your childhood sweetheart. After marriage, you cut off contact and have no more news of her. Re-establishing contact with Xu Qianqian will reward you with 300 RMB. Eighteen-year-old Jiang Nian glanced at the system task on the panel and then at Xu Qianqian living next door, falling into deep thought. Hmm... it seems the system came early. There is another issue: who is the future ex-wife? Hmm... Jiang Nian couldn't hold back. Being eighteen every year, he foresees a divorce in the future. The system issues a task to take revenge on the future ex-wife. Jiang Nian looked at the un-darkened version of the future ex-wife in front of him and fell into thought again. The childhood sweetheart, future ex-wife, and future ex-girlfriend, all appear in their younger versions.

Su Jianan was marrying the love of her life. It all seemed picture-perfect, except for a few catches. One, it was a marriage of convenience. Two, she would be divorced after two years.

Zhang Feng downloaded a game.The next second.A ferocious monster lunged at him.[Please choose your enhancement]1: Vision +0.12: Growth Constitution (Constitution +1 per hour)3: Fighting Memory————The main world has no magic, only my unique law.

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?”