She's My Sleeping Pill - Chapter 888: CHRIS AND HIS HAPPY PILL

Lin Yan had transmigrated into the world of Immortals and had become a Heavenly Emperor who was already defeated by the Male Lead along with the ten Female Leads at the beginning of the plot.

But as Lin Yan was about to die, he awakened a power that he could use to rewrite his past doings.

So, Lin Yan has begun to rewrite his past.

When Lin Yan was still a child, he struggled to feed Xiao Yanran, one of the female leads, who was then younger than him. He had to strip his Supreme Bone and give it to her, protect her from the obstacles. He made a vow, “As long as I am here, no one will be allowed to bully you.”

Later when Lin Yan’s cultivation rose , he had run into Xiao Mei, yet another heroine, and the two of them spent time together and eventually got married. When the Devils were about to invade their world, Lin Yan said staring right into his wife’s eyes, “I will protect you with my life…”

And soon he rose to become the Heavenly Emperor.

Everything he did was to shelter his loved ones and to protect the world.

However, his actions were misunderstood by the world.

…

Let’s see what all Lin Yan had done in the past…

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?”

A lowly child beggar, a noble prince, a monster viewed as the enemy of the entire world. If you possess all three identities at the same time, which identity would you choose to help you earn a better ending?

He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain.