Ignoring his furious protests of “Let me go!”, I nonchalantly carried him upstairs. Once inside his room, my eyes flicked between the plush king-sized bed and the adjoining bathroom. My brain did a quick calculation: go straight to sleep, or clean up first?

Two seconds later, I veered right. Hygiene first.

“Don’t you dare go in there!” Than Ngon’s face flushed brilliant red as he grabbed my shoulders, barking the order.

I kept walking, my pace steady. When a man loses the use of his legs, his veto power is severely limited. The thought cheered me up immensely.

“I can’t do anything anyway!”

My feet came to a sudden halt. I looked down, blinking at him in surprise. Than Ngon was blushing so hard he looked on the verge of spontaneous combustion. His eyes darted wildly, a mess of shame and mortification.

“Put me back in my wheelchair. Now!”

I deflated like a popped balloon and reluctantly deposited him onto the bed. The second his back hit the mattress, he wrapped himself in the duvet like a giant cocoon, immediately launching into a rant.

“What were you planning to do?! I told you, I’m useless! Are you even a woman?! You’ve got the strength of an ox! Completely shameless… trying to force yourself on me!”

I gently reminded him, “We’re married.”

“Ha! Married?” He let out a cold, bitter laugh. “Did I ever agree to that? They sold you to the Pho family, sold you to a cripple… and you just took it lying down? Pathetic.”

I dropped my head, avoiding his contemptuous gaze. To him, marrying a country bumpkin like me was a humiliation. But to me, being “sold” to him was the brightest stroke of luck in my entire life.

Before the Shen family tracked me down, my adoptive parents were planning to sell me off to an abusive jerk just to cover their son’s bride price. So the moment I saw a chance to escape that living hell, I grabbed it with both hands and never looked back. Getting “sold” again by my biological parents? I was used to it. It didn’t bother me in the slightest.

Besides, looking at the bigger picture:

Pho Than Ngon was drop-dead gorgeous and filthy rich.

He was a classic “cold on the outside, warm on the inside” type, which was secretly adorable.

He was paralyzed and couldn’t “do anything” -> zero risk of him cheating.

How was this any different from hitting the mega-jackpot?

Reinvigorated by my own logic, my mood instantly brightened. “Do you want to take a bath together?”

Than Ngon’s face turned bright purple. He stared at me with an utterly indescribable look. “Are you serious?! I just told you I can’t! Why are you… so starved for it?! Are you really a woman?!”

“Huh?” I froze. I’d only offered because I thought his legs made it hard to bathe on his own?

“Not another word!” he cut me off loudly. “I am not… as shameless as you! Get out! Go sleep somewhere else!”

Before I could even defend myself, I was branded a “nympho” and kicked out of the room under his ultra-vigilant glare.

I lingered at the door for a second, but the moment it clicked shut, I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from curling up. A husband who was rich, handsome, disabled, and didn’t require me to fulfill any marital duties?

Jackpot. This life was turning out to be an absolute win.

Picking up my plastic woven sack, I ambled into the guest room next door, my heart practically throwing a party.

The next morning, I woke up at the break of dawn. Just as I was about to head over and call Than Ngon for breakfast, I discovered he’d locked the door from the inside—a preemptive strike clearly meant to keep me out.

I chuckled and knocked anyway. After a long silence, a single word dripping with murderous intent echoed from inside:

“Get lost!”

“If you don’t come down, they won’t serve food.”

“I said get lost!”

“Do you need help washing your face, hubby?”

“……”

“Hubby? Time to get up… Hubby?”

Just as I was about to knock again, a maid stepped up. “Young Master said you can order breakfast whenever you’re ready from now on.”

I smiled smugly. Mission accomplished.

After a satisfying meal, I sprawled happily across the sofa. A short while later, Than Ngon finally made an appearance, his face as dark as the bottom of a burnt pan. Sensing he was on the verge of snapping, I immediately trotted over to butter him up, holding out a sandwich.

“I made this special for you! Extra fillings, super delicious. Don’t be mad—skipping breakfast causes ulcers.”

His angry expression faltered. He took the sandwich, looking a bit dazed. “Made it… special for me?”

“Of course. Because I like you,” I said, the words slipping out smoothly.

Than Ngon’s face flushed again. He looked away, attempting to sound indifferent. “Fine… since you woke up early to make it, I suppose I’ll accept.”

Honestly, I felt a tiny pang of guilt. The sandwich had taken less than a minute to slap together using pre-made ingredients. Watching him hold it like a prized treasure, I couldn’t help thinking: So city heirs… are this easy to coax?

After eating, the two of us sat down to watch TV. A full-grown man obsessed with cartoons—I didn’t quite get it, but I respected it. Just as he was chuckling at a silly plotline, a mood-killer crashed the party.

It was his cousin.

The moment the man walked in, he launched into a sneering tirade. “Well, aren’t you in high spirits, dear cousin? As expected of the former CEO—such a generous heart.”

He flicked a disdainful glance toward me. “And this must be my new sister-in-law? I assume you’re taking good care of his useless legs? Ah, almost forgot—I’m getting engaged to Shen Nhu Y soon. Since you two used to be childhood sweethearts… do drop by to give us your blessings.”

He deliberately watched Than Ngon, practically begging for a violent reaction. But Than Ngon merely gave him a frigid stare. “Finished? Then get out.”

Infuriated by the dismissal, his cousin flared up like a enraged beast. “You’re nothing but a cripple now! You lost the company, you lost your fiancée—what right do you have to talk to me like that?! I’ll make sure your life gets a hundred times worse!”

Even after the man stormed off, Than Ngon’s face remained eerily calm. But when I reached out and took his hand, I realized he was trembling violently, the veins on his neck bulging. My heart squeezed tightly. Without hesitation, I pulled him into a hug, gently patting his back.

He instantly hugged me back, squeezing so hard I could barely breathe.

“You’re not useless,” I whispered softly, comforting him. “You’re amazing—so amazing that I fell for you the moment I saw you. That guy was just jealous. He talks like pure garbage.”

I pulled back slightly and added with absolute seriousness, “I’m your wife now. You’re not allowed to be sad over other people, or I’ll get jealous. And when I get jealous… it’s scary.”

He asked softly, “How scary?”

I pondered for two seconds before whispering, “I’ll handcuff you to the bed. Won’t let you down. Free ab-touching sessions every single day.”

“……”

He stared at me. “You really are a pervert.”

I gave a bashful laugh.

He grumbled under his breath, “A utterly starved woman.”

This time, though, his voice was noticeably softer. Resting his head lightly against my shoulder, he murmured after a moment, “Thank you.”

I answered without a second thought, “Well, what can I say? I like you.”