My scumbag step-sister teamed up to plot against me, so I backhandedly married the crippled boss they were most afraid of. On our wedding night, he said he would give me five million monthly allowance as long as I acted affectionately. Until that night, I saw him sitting in a wheelchair, crushing the killer's throat bone with one hand, and blood splattered on his face. He wiped his hands and smiled at me: "Are you scared? Then I have to sleep on the floor tonight." Later, the scumbag knelt down and begged to get back together. I held my sore waist and sneered: I'm in love with this crazy boss.
