C1 Married in lieu of a Younger Sister
In the rich section of Haang City.
It was a lakeshore European villa that occupied a thousand square meters.
In a wedding room that was brimming with celebration.
Ruan Zhixia was wearing a red shoulder-length dress. She shrugged her shoulders, lowered her head, and trembled as she sat on the bed of Kingsize's wedding bed.
She rubbed her slender fingers together uneasily, feeling very uneasy in her heart.
Tonight was her wedding night.
No ….
To be exact.
It was Ruan Zirou's and that person's.
Originally, the person who was going to marry her was her half-sister, Ruan Zirou.
However, an hour before the wedding, Ruan Zirou ran off with a pretty boy.
Ruan Tianmin was so angry that he almost fainted.
Because of Ruan Zirou's escape from the marriage, the bride became her temporarily.
The man she married was the third grandson of Haang City leader Si Zhan Hong, Si Muhan, a man who was six years older than her.
It was said that Si Muhan was injured in an explosion five years ago and had been in a coma for four years.
However, what awaited him was a tragedy of crippled legs and disfigured face.
Si Muhan seemed to find it hard to accept this fact. From then on, his temperament changed drastically, becoming extremely cold-blooded and brutal. Anyone who provoked him would either die or become a cripple.
An explosion had caused the once arrogant son of heaven to fall, replacing him was the heartless and merciless Lord Leng.
How many women wanted to marry Si Muhan before, how many women avoided him now?
Even if they married him, having limitless wealth and glory, no one would be willing to marry a cold-blooded and cruel cripple with a ruined face.
In her opinion, Si Muhan was a pitiful person. His beautiful life had been ruined by a sudden disaster.
Five years ago, he was only 21 years old, the age of his youth.
It was only natural for a proud person to experience such an unexpected change in personality.
Understanding was just understanding.
But when he became her husband, she felt sad.
Her dream husband was gentle. She didn't care what he looked like or whether he had money or not. She just wanted him to be a good man who could take care of her and love her.
Moreover, she had always been waiting for a person. Perhaps that person would never appear again …
"Sigh …"
Ruan Zhixia sighed slightly.
It had already come to this point.
No matter what Si Muhan looked like, she had already married Ruan Zirou for her. It was better to just take things one step at a time!
No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't change the outcome. She might as well accept it.
Fortunately, Si Muhan's legs were inconvenient, so he would more or less be implicated in that aspect. She should be able to keep her innocence...
Thinking about it this way, Ruan Zhixia became more cheerful.
At some point, the sound of a pulley suddenly appeared in the bedroom.
It was the sound of a wheelchair turning.
Subsequently, Ruan Zhixia saw a man sitting on the lower half of the wheelchair in front of her.
His legs were straight on both sides of the wheelchair.
Beneath the black pants was a pair of shiny hand-made imported leather shoes. They were clean and smooth, without a speck of dust.
From this, it could be seen that there was not a single speck of dust on the man's feet that could be considered clean, since he had never touched the ground before.
A strange, ice-cold air hit her. Ruan Zhixia's hair-like, closely combed eyelashes trembled, and her heart tightened.
His body involuntarily moved to the other side of the bed, trying to stay away from the man.
Ruan Zhixia's actions seemed to have angered the man, and an icy chill was faintly emitted from the air.
He looked at the woman who had her head lowered, not daring to look at him at all.
Si Muhan's long and narrow eyes narrowed dangerously. The corner of his mouth curled up slightly as a hint of cold and bloodthirsty smile appeared on it.
