The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress - Chapter 302: The Night Talk

The day when he turned from a winner in life to a short high school student, Xu Ziran thought: This must be a conspiracy!

But those who can succeed once can of course succeed the second time. Xu Ziran is gearing up to build her business kingdom again. As a result—

[Ding——The host is too far away from the target person, please keep the distance within 100 meters. 】
[Ding——Host, your target character is very sad, please keep it above 50 points of pleasure. 】
[Ding——Host, you need to rest. If you continue to work hard, you will be forced to sleep. 】

I have cat disease! Everyone’s system is to help the host to reach the peak of life, why is her system only causing trouble for her!
In short, a life winner goes back to the past and becomes a life winner again and talks about a love story.

Edible Instructions

1. As usual, things happen in different worlds. If there is a bug, it is normal.
2. 1v1, Wenqing Healing Department X Pseudo Lolita is the winner of life
3. Glittering golden fingers
4. The update time is before twelve o’clock in the evening, and the typos are corrected at other times.
5. Daily growth essay, slow heat

Content tags: rebirth inspirational life sweet text
Search keywords: protagonists: Xu Ziran, Qiu Yurou ┃ supporting roles: Tian Jiaqi, Cheng Haoyan, some classmates ┃ others: rebirth, system, childhood sweethearts, campus life, inspirational struggle

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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?”

《Decisive killing》《He stands there asking me to kill, and I won't kill him》《If he doesn't die, should I die》《I can't be bothered to speak, and you're not worthy of listening》《I think demons have no sense of pain.》Crossing into the ancient martial arts world where danger and opportunity coexisted, Fang Yuan held the “Book of Good People”, as long as he did good deeds, he could become stronger, so he embarked on a path of doing good deeds and accumulating virtue

When we met for the first time in our first year of high school, he saw my contempt, but silently continued to clean;