I hooked my arms around his neck, and my shawl, which had already slipped halfway, fell to my feet.
He gently stroked my face, his eyes soft as he asked, "Baby, do you mind my legs?"
You know, I chose to marry him, not just for revenge, but because I thought a disabled person would be better, so he wouldn't do anything to me.
Unexpectedly, we ended up in this relationship.
I shook my head and answered him sincerely, "I don't mind."
I never intended to divorce him, but after learning of his feelings for me, it became even more impossible for me to leave him.
After experiencing a life-or-death crisis, I've seen through human nature.
Even the man I grew up with may have intact legs, but his moral integrity is compromised.
Despite his physical disability, Lu Yanchen is a responsible and good man.
Putting aside the years he waited for me, even in my spirit state, I could clearly see who didn't love me and who truly cared for me. Moreover, after my rebirth, he has unconditionally protected and helped me.
I owe him so much, and I only want to spend the rest of my life repaying him.
So, when I say this, it comes from the heart, without the slightest exaggeration.
After all, Lu Yanchen's wealth is such that even the Lu family and Jiang Qing are wary of him; he's destined to have no shortage of money.
All I can offer is companionship in life.
Because he has a disability, although I'm curious and have wanted to ask him about his leg in detail several times, I'm afraid of offending his male pride, so I've kept the subject off-limits and haven't dared to ask any more questions.
It was only then that I cautiously asked, "Brother Yan, is there really no way to cure your leg?"
He stared at me, his eyes fixed on me. "What if it can't be cured?"
"I'll accompany you through treatment. If it can't be cured, I'll serve you forever. I won't leave you."
A meaningful smile played on his thin lips, and his fingers pinched my chin, gently caressing the tender skin beneath it. "Wanwan is so kind, aren't you afraid of being a widow with me?"
I bit my lip. "I'm not afraid. My legs and feet can't be cured, but there are many experts in that area. Even if... even if they can't be cured, I'll be with you forever."
I buried my head in his shoulder. "We can paint together, play the piano together. If you get bored, I can take you to the beach to watch the sunrise and sunset. As long as we're together, it's always good."
A soft sigh reached my ear. "Wanwan, you're still so kind..."
"In this life, I'll only be kind to you. I won't be soft-hearted towards anyone who has hurt me."
He lifted my chin so that I could look him straight in the eye.
"Wanwan, you're so sweet, so sweet I can't help but want to tell you a secret."
I stared at him with wide, confused eyes. "Hmm? What secret?"
"This secret is..."
His breath drew closer, and he kissed my lips.
Although I didn't quite understand what he meant, I didn't resist his kiss.
I obediently wrapped my arms around his neck. But the next second, I felt my body lift into the air.
The man sitting on the piano stool actually lifted me up.
At that moment, my worldview shattered!
No, Lu Yanchen's legs weren't disabled at all; he'd just been pretending!
It felt like ten thousand alpacas were roaring through my chest, and my mind was a blur.
Oh my god, someone tell me how many secrets this man still holds.
He was already tall, so tall that it was usually invisible when he sat down. Only when he stood up did I realize he was nearly 5 feet 4 inches tall.
My toes were hooked in my slippers, but as I stood up, they drooped, and my white furry shoes fell onto my shawl.
I asked in surprise, "Your legs are okay?"