The Substitute Bride and the Cripple

oise of a wheelchair approaching from behind him, and he knew it could be no one but his feeble wretch of an older brother.
His pride would not let him display such weakness before that worthless creature, so he bit back the pain and straightened himself to his full height.
“Your servant girl is out of hand, brother.
She dared to raise a hand against me.
You’d best teach her a lesson.”

At the sound of the wheelchair, Tang Qiu had put away her knife.
When she heard Jiang Ming’s accusations, however, she hurled it down on the chopping board with a violent clatter.
“I’m out of hand? Your hands were all over me within seconds of us meeting! I’d say you got off lightly, you sick bastard.”

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“You…” Jiang Ming could scarcely believe the audacity of this servant girl.

“Come here.” Jiang Shaocheng beckoned to Tang Qiu, who hesitated before walking to his side.
He looked at his brother with concern.
“Where did she hurt you, brother? Are you alright?”

The question made Jiang Ming choke.
How was he supposed to tell his brother that this tiny girl had kneed him in a man’s most… vulnerable area? Would he still have any dignity left to spare? “It’s nothing.” He forced himself to lie.
“But the fact remains that she dared to attack me.
You ought to put her in her place, brother.
If it’s any trouble, I’ll gladly assist you.”

It was clear from Jiang Ming’s manner of speech that he held a certain disdain for his older brother.
That must mean that there was little love between them both… Tang Qiu considered this for a moment.
The stubborn set of her features suddenly melted into distress as she tugged on Jiang Shaocheng’s arm, her chin jutting out.
“He started it, husband.
He spoke to me like I was some kind of pet, offering to buy me expensive gifts, and even grabbed my chin with his filthy hands.”

Hearing Tang Qiu call him ‘dear’ in that soft, sweet voice of hers gave Jiang Shaocheng pause.
He raised his hand in a gentle caress over her chin, as though to remove any imprints that Jiang Ming had left on her skin.

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“I know.”

Jiang Ming’s eyes bulged out of his head when he heard her refer to his brother as her husband.
“What did you say? How shameless can you get, woman? My brother is a married man!”

Jiang Shaocheng took Tang Qiu’s hand in his, and after a cough, he said in a hoarse voice, “Brother, she is my new wife.”

Jiang Ming was doubly taken aback.
How could this be? When he had heard from his father that his brother was to be married, he had deliberately suggested the ugly, unruly Feng Lu for a bride.

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