After Getting Married, My Secret Crush Turned Out to Be My Disabled Husband

The Xiang family is going bankrupt. The fake daughter refused to marry the Gu family's rumored living king of hell with crippled legs and a violent temper. Xiang Wan, the real daughter who had just been found, sneered, pulled out a chair and sat down to negotiate: "It's okay to marry as a substitute, the five million gift will be directly put on my card, and I will sign a severance agreement by the way." Take the money and want to run away? On the wedding night, Gu Yu, the eldest son of the Gu family, sat in a wheelchair and handed over a contract: "The woman is unilaterally divorcing, and the liquidated damages are 50 million." Xiang Wan gritted his teeth and signed. The cost of running away was too high, so she was forced to stay and fight with the living King of Hell. After living together, her disabled husband tried different ways to torment her every day. During the day at the company, he was the ruthless CEO of the Gu family, suppressing her radio drama career in all aspects. When he came home in the evening, he smashed things with a cold face: "Mrs. Gu can't even pour water, why should Xiangjia teach you such a waste?" Xiang Wan lowered his eyebrows and turned around, took out his cell phone and pressed buttons frantically: "Add one to the paranoid villain material, this living hell king will be punished sooner or later." Turning around and hiding in the bathroom, she cried and cried for comfort with the dubbing master "Qingfeng" who she had secretly loved for five years. Until that day, Xiang Wan secretly received a key to Gu Yu's private study. Opening the door, the panoramic sound recording equipment lights up. The disabled husband who was originally supposed to be in a wheelchair now has slender legs and stands firmly. He turned around, looked at the stunned Xiang Wan, and laughed softly. Gu Yu forced her into the corner step by step, using the gentle subwoofer that Xiang Wan had listened to for five years and was familiar to the bone. "Wanwan, I have raised you hand in hand for five years, and you are covered with my mark from head to toe." "Want to run now? It's too late."