After a Whirlwind Marriage to a Disabled Tycoon

The main story is complete. Bonus chapters are updating. Thank you for reading. [We bloomed as hibiscus flowers in the dark, then became butterflies together] A ruthless, cold, disabled business tycoon X a resilient, patient "wife" with formidable fighting skills The Huo and Lan families arranged a marriage, and Lan Su was ordered to marry Huo Yan at a critical moment. Huo Yan came from a prominent family, but her legs were disabled and she spent every day in a wheelchair. More frighteningly, three of her wives had died in the past three years. In her younger sister's place, Lan Su stepped into that dangerous den of tigers. Exquisite jewelry, luxurious dresses, and a doting "wife" were all part of the trap. Keeping her identity secret was her top priority. But when she poured tea for Huo Yan for the first time, Huo Yan saw right through her, and a secret Lan Su had hidden for years was exposed. "Was this hand broken before?" Lan Su was afraid, made plans, and stayed on guard. Then one day, Huo Yan stared at the broken hand of the eldest Lan daughter, a vicious glint flashing in her beautiful eyes. "This hand owes me a debt." Huo Yan grew up in Southeast Asia. When she was eighteen, she held her coming-of-age celebration in Vietnam, only to get caught in a shootout. At the time, a thin figure tackled her, struggling to drag her into a corner and out of the path of stray bullets. "I'll draw them away. Call for help twenty minutes later." The twelve-year-old girl was remarkably calm. Her right hand was broken, yet she gritted her teeth and straightened Huo Yan's wheelchair, acting as though she felt no pain at all. Huo Yan narrowed her eyes, as if she were looking at a little leopard baring its fangs. The memory stayed in Huo Yan's heart, day and night, like a rose blooming quietly in the dark. After returning to China, she mechanically chose a suitable marriage partner, while her career surged ahead. Marriage was just another kind of business. Until one day, her new "wife" poured her tea and glanced at her deformed wrist for a moment. Memories flooded back. "Was this hand broken before?" She had found her little leopard. [Little Scene] When drunk, Huo Yan was quiet. The usual gloom had faded, and she curled up pitifully beneath a blanket. Lan Su touched the wound on her lip. She had meant to confront the one responsible, but seeing that Huo Yan was out of it, she let it go and brought over a bowl of hangover soup. The next moment, Huo Yan wrapped her arms around Lan Su's waist, pressed her ear to Lan Su's stomach, and murmured softly: "Su Su, marriage isn't a transaction." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ How big a fire does it take to warm someone who has been frozen for three feet and chilled for a lifetime? Perhaps one as big as a city, or even a whole country. The entire earth would have to be ablaze with warmth, the sparks illuminating the world. It would have to be that vast, wouldn't it? Actually, no. For someone frozen for three feet and chilled for a lifetime, all it takes is a single stove. Guide: 1. One-on-one romance, marriage first and love later. 2. Huo Yan's disability is fake. Later, she can run, jump, and clear hurdles. 3. They save each other. The injustices of the outside world cannot stop them from blooming like roses in each other's hearts. 4. The cover is an exclusive character design commissioned for Huo Yan. 5. The protagonists are not involved in organized crime or drugs. The danger comes from the Lan family dealing in antiques, making them targets of tomb robbers and rival gangs because of their valuable possessions. Lan Su's formidable fighting skills are for defense only. She does not take the law into her own hands, kill people, or commit crimes. All the misfortunes of her childhood are caused by the villains. The protagonists do not engage in illegal transactions, and the villains will all face legal consequences. Please read responsibly. Thank you! [Profile Writer's Blurb] The hair at a crime scene, the direction of the wounds on a victim's body, the hand that reaches for the neck when someone lies: none of it escapes a profiler's eye. The speed of a car racing down an elevated highway, the knife a suspect holds to threaten a hostage, the bomb planted to attack a building: none can outmatch the criminal investigation captain's skill. When choosing her transfer, Liu Huisheng picked Wengcheng. Her colleagues understood. It was a criminal's paradise, with more profiling material than raindrops on a summer night. Do well, and it could become another doctoral dissertation. What they didn't know was that Wengcheng's southern district was full of ginkgo trees. Their leaves filled the sky, building a tomb over the earth to bury her love. She had come to dig up a grave. It seemed that God took pity on her. The night before her first day on the job, the bar's bright lights revealed a face she both loved and hated. Liu Huisheng was speechless. A hint of smugness shone in her stunning eyes. "Zhao Yu, you can't forget me." Under the influence of alcohol, they shared one night of passion. She arrived at the police station, properly dressed, to complete her hiring paperwork, only to discover that the criminal investigation captain she'd been assigned to was none other than Zhao Yu, whose shirt concealed traces of crimson. "Captain Zhao, long time no see." Liu Huisheng gathered her hair behind her ear, her manner respectful and distant. Zhao Yu lifted her eyes. Her expressionless gaze seethed with undercurrents, and she refused to play along. "We saw each other just last night. Why pretend we're strangers?" (This story will draw on plenty of professional knowledge in criminal psychology, behavioral psychology, and linguistic psychology. I've taken notes for a long time, so it should be a great read.) I'll start updating this one as soon as the current story is finished. Please support it! Theme: Those who grow in the mire can make roses bloom there, and search for hope in the dark.