The Disabled Mogul’s Blunt-Spoken Wife Ran Away

【Third-person narration】 I'm 18, and I have a crush on someone. That person is my uncle. Of course, we're not related by blood, and we're not registered in the same household. I was simply placed in his care. I like my uncle's handsome face, which rarely shows any emotion. I like how he always buttons his shirts all the way up to his neck, even though the shape of his chest looks so inviting to touch. Even his legs, resting in a wheelchair, look irresistibly chaste and beautiful to me. I confessed my feelings to my uncle, but he rejected me, saying that the twelve-year age gap between us meant I was just a child fooling around. I kept confessing, and he pretended not to hear; I persevered, and he remained unmoved; I tried again and again, and he told me to let it go. One day, I saw a man get out of my uncle's car. He pushed the wheelchair with one hand and rested the other on my uncle's shoulder. They looked very close. Heartbroken and miserable, and with the college entrance exams drawing near, I decided to focus on studying for a while. But I was always top of the school, so I didn't need to study especially hard. Still, I didn't want to go home, so I often stayed at school on purpose until late. Then came the turning point. After I came home late yet again, my uncle wheeled himself into my path. With a stern expression, he asked, “Why have you been coming home so late lately?” I blurted out, “I have a date.” I saw my uncle freeze, his eyes lowered halfway and somehow looking dangerous. He didn't say a word for a long time. It was as if a light had suddenly switched on in my head. From then on, I stopped confessing to my uncle and stopped asking him to be with me. Instead, I kept telling him who I'd gone out with that day. At first, my uncle didn't reply to my messages, as if he didn't care at all. But later, he called me with a curt, commanding order: “Come back right now. I want to see you within five minutes.” I thought I'd figured out how to handle my uncle, so I seized the chance to confess again. I still got rejected. I gave up on him completely. After the college entrance exams, I went to a university far away and came home no more than once a year. My uncle must have been unable to bear missing me, because he kept messaging to ask when I'd be coming home. University life was great, and plenty of people were pursuing me. I had no intention of going back. Me: “I'm going to a hotel with my boyfriend.” My uncle called me 108 times that day. I didn't answer. Later, after eating until my stomach was full, I took a picture of my slightly rounded belly and sent it to my uncle: “I'm pregnant. I don't even know whether the father is my current boyfriend or my ex.” The next morning, I woke up in shock to find myself back home. Even worse, I was in bed, with a roaming range of only three meters. At that moment, my uncle was standing, yes, standing, beside my bed, looking down at me with an expression cold as ice. “I had someone examine you. You're just too full. You're not pregnant.” I was sweating buckets. “Oh...” My uncle continued, “Since you want a baby so badly, have one with me. If you can't, then you won't be leaving this villa.” 【Max-possessive, patriarchal top x sunny bottom】 *One-on-one, older top, both sexually inexperienced, no children *The top's legs will recover ★Coming soon: 【Divorce in the Tenth Year of Marriage】 Please add it to your reading list!★ I'm an actor. I'm 30 years old, and I made my debut at 27. It took me only three years to win Best Actor, and everyone says I'm exceptionally talented. Everyone knows I'm married. We've been married for ten years, and my husband and I have always seemed deeply in love. People in and out of the industry envy me because I have both a successful career and a happy love life. No one knows that I forced my husband into marrying me. He doesn't love me. He only stayed with me for ten years, miserably putting up with it, because I had money, power, and influence, and he couldn't fight back. In our tenth year of marriage, I grew tired of this life and asked for a divorce. Zhou Shuge didn't love me either, so I thought he'd be happy, ecstatic even, when he saw the divorce papers. He wasn't. He just glared at me furiously with eyes so red they seemed ready to bleed, looking as if he'd been abandoned. What goes around comes around. I got into a car accident and died. Then I came back to life. This time, I returned to when I was eighteen. Back then, Zhou Shuge had just transferred to my school and joined my class. According to my memories, the teacher would assign him to sit next to me, and I would shamelessly start forcing myself on him all over again... In this life, I wanted to be a good person, so I turned down the chance to sit beside him and kept my distance. We were two parallel lines, with no further connection. The days passed peacefully, and nothing troubled us. Then one night, a male classmate walked me home. He told a joke that was so funny I laughed the whole way. After he left, I turned to open the door. I had just taken out my keys when a tall figure suddenly charged over and pinned me against the door. He restrained my hands and gripped my chin. In the familiar voice of the man who had shared my bed for ten years, he demanded furiously, his voice trembling, “What is your relationship with him? Su Tianli, are you going to love him?” PS: The main story is told in third person. Theme: Chase the sun and moon, and take in the mountains and rivers.