MTL - For My Sister, I Became the World Boss - Chapter 116

Qin An was a former senior grim reaper who retired after serving the underworld for thousands of years. Because of his outstanding service and had enough merits, he was given a chance to become a human and unexpectedly transmigrated to the Interstellar era. But, how can he live his retirement days when has no money and everything? So, Qin An entered a reality talent show for idols and became an existence that everyone admires to.

Imagine having the opportunity to be able to enter different worlds created by numerous novels and stories. Which kind of role would you like to play?

For some reason, Shao Qian devoured half of the system that tried to devour his soul after tricking him into completing missions in worlds where he was horribly humiliated.

Since he didn’t feel like returning to his original world anymore, he decided to return to the worlds of which he had the coordinates and retaliate against them!

But…….

Why is it that every world seems not quite right?

Could it be the method he used to cross through the worlds was wrong?

Why is the female lead completely ignored by the male lead who, for some reason, is currently sticking to him like glue?

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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?”