The Disabled Big Shot Is a Whimpering Softie

[A medical genius who loves money more than life x a disabled big shot who loves his wife more than life] As a divine physician’s apprentice, An Yu had no interest in treating the sick. She only cared about money, and for the right price, she could cure anything. The Zhong family offered a million a month, all in the hope of curing their young master’s legs. Everyone knew that Zhong Chen, the crown prince of Beijiang, was a gloomy, cold-blooded cripple. But An Yu insisted he was just a little whiner who loved strawberry cake. “An Yu, I want strawberry cake.” “Sure. The cake is eighty-eight, and the delivery fee is 880,000.” “An Yu, tell me you love me.” “Fine. That’ll be 500,000 each time.” “An Yu, marry me.” “No deal. That’s priceless.” The big shot pulled An Yu into his arms and handed her his tie. “I’m yours, and so is everything the Zhong family owns.”