On Our Wedding Night, My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry

By accident, Qiao Wanwan got entangled with a powerful man who had come back to life from death and was disabled.

Qiao Wanwan: "Can't you see I'm a cripple?"

The powerfu...

Chapter 7: Knowing When to Throw Themselves into His Arms

"Keep it a secret."

Qiao Wanwan didn't say anything. It was impossible for her not to think about Gu Xulin. He had betrayed her, and she vowed not to be a human being if she didn't get her revenge!

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Back at the villa, Jiang Dong helped Qiao Wanwan carry her suitcase upstairs.

Qiao Wanwan followed her into the bedroom, looked around, and said, "This should be the master bedroom, right?"

"Yes, Miss Qiao."

"Then I can't stay here."

Before Jiang Dong could speak, Zhan Jingting's voice came from behind him, "Why not?"

"This is your room!"

Zhan Jingting smiled and said, "You're my girlfriend, and we've had a real relationship. I don't think you should sleep in a separate room from me."

"Zhan Jingting, don't even think about it!" Qiao Wanwan said seriously. "You gave me the title of 'girlfriend' yourself. To be honest, I did it against my will."

"Secondly, even if I reluctantly agreed to spend a month with you here, I wasn't prepared to share a room with you. I thought this was an unspoken condition between us, but I didn't expect you to actually dare to ask!"

The man's smile widened. "I was just kidding. There's a guest room across the street. I'm going to stay there."

"No need." Qiao Wanwan picked up her suitcase and ran away. "You are the host, I shouldn't take over your master bedroom. I'll stay in the guest room."

Qiao Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived at the guest room.

Zhan Jingting is such an unpredictable man. She has to be careful for the next month and get out of here as soon as the time is up. Not a second can be wasted!

Qiao Wanwan took a shower, took an old laptop out of her suitcase, and started using it fluently.

It's time to prepare for the engagement party of that scumbag and bitch in a week!

"Knock knock knock".

There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning.

Qiao Wanwan subconsciously raised her hand to touch her left cheek. She had just washed her face, so her fake scar hadn't adhered properly!

The door was opened, and Zhan Jingting was maneuvering his wheelchair in!