I Accidentally Married a Disabled Tycoon, Only to Be Spoiled Rotten

[An energetic, sunny heroine vs. a haughty, disabled demon king]

Fresh out of college and already unemployed, I landed a ridiculously well-paid job with "great money and barely any work": caring for the Lu family's disabled eldest son.

Rumor had it he was gloomy and bad-tempered, and had driven away dozens of caregivers.

For seven types of insurance, two housing funds, and uncapped bonuses, I signed on without hesitation!

After starting the job, I discovered that my employer didn't just have great benefits. He was also very "useful."

At the amusement park, pushing him let us use the accessible entrance and skip the lines.

When I got tired shopping, I could borrow his wheelchair for a rest.

If I forgot my money while buying something, I could leave him at the store as "collateral."

Later, my job description somehow changed.

"Don't talk to other men."

"Don't smile at other men."

"Don't leave my side."

Me: "Boss, I don't date my employer!"

The man trapped me between his wheelchair and the wall, his eyes reddening, his voice both aggrieved and domineering. "Too late. You're Mrs. Lu now, and you can forget about running away for the rest of your life."