I married for my sister Fu Shichen, the richest man who was rumored to be disabled, violent, and would not live for three years.
On the wedding day, everyone was waiting to see my joke. But when I lifted the red hijab and looked into the man's deep eyes, my heart skipped a beat.
He sat in a wheelchair and asked coldly: "Do you know who you are marrying?"
I smiled and said, "Yes, my husband."
After marriage, I wanted to be a peaceful and nominal wife, but I found that my "disabled" husband would stand up from his wheelchair in the middle of the night. And the way he looked at me was getting hotter and hotter.
Three months later, my sister returned to China with her fiancé. She regretted my life so much that her intestines turned green. She cried and begged her parents to let me divorce and give Fu Shichen to her.
I was about to agree, but Fu Shichen suddenly stood up from the wheelchair and pushed me against the corner: "Want to divorce? It's too late."
His voice was low and hoarse: "Gu Qinghuan, the girl who gave me a piece of bread in the orphanage five years ago was you."
I was stunned. It turns out that I am the one he has been waiting for for five years.
And my sister is just a fake.
