I Was Mistaken as a Genius Mage in a Game - Chapter 73

Ayaan is a young resident aspiring to be a surgeon, the final stage of a full on graduated plague doctor. However, in her attempt to redeem herself after a sudden discontinuation, she finds herself unravelling mysteries about her institution that are rather gut wrenching. Stick around and watch her persevere in a world full of monsters; creatures and humans alike.

Ye Anlan traveled through time, from the apocalypse to ancient times, from nearly forty years old to just ten years old, Ye Anlan felt that she had made a fortune.

But the problem is that she doesn’t know how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry, spinning and weaving, cutting and embroidery….

Women’s virtues, women’s words, women’s looks, women’s skills… what is that?

Obedience to the father before marriage, obedience to the husband when married, obedience to the son after the death of a husband…Ah, if I say that the fist is hardened by myself, do you believe it or not?

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Before meeting the heroine Ye Anlan, who is good everywhere in his opinion, Li Jing won countless hearts because of the saying of the great Confucianism in the world: “A modest gentleman is as gentle as jade, clear inside and outside, and his heart is like glass”.

After meeting Ye Anlan, a country girl who was worthless in the eyes of others, Li Jing was killed in an instant. When people mentioned him, they would always say the same thing, “I’m afraid that guy has something wrong with his eyes!”

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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?”