On the day of his whirlwind wedding, the heir to a wealthy family stood up!

Jiang Yao could only console herself that this second young master only looked strong, but his legs were crippled, and he couldn't even have normal sex life with his wife. No matter how handsome he was, it was all for naught.

The thought that Su Chenxi would not even be able to satisfy her marital needs in the future made her feel a sense of mockery.

In the study on the second floor, Shen Jianchang sat in front of a dignified man. "Dad, do you think Grandma might announce her will tonight?"

"The doctor said your grandmother only has three months left to live, and she could fall into a coma at any time," Shen Yaorong said, a cigar between his fingers, a shrewd expression on his face.

"Grandma holds 16 percent of the company's shares. Judging from how much she dotes on that good-for-nothing, she might give him even more shares. Back then, she even spent 2 billion to buy half a mountain for him to live on so he could recuperate," Shen Jianchang said angrily.

"I always tell you to try to please your grandma, but you just keep causing trouble for me. How are you going to take my place in the future?"

"I know dad."

“You know very well how I got this position.”

Shen Jianchang felt a chill run down his spine. His father had lost a bet years ago and almost lost half of the Shen family's assets. In a fit of anger, the old man kicked him out of the board of directors and wanted to put his second son in charge.

But just a week before the old man passed away, the private car that the second master of the Shen family was traveling in suddenly crashed, killing the couple on the spot. Their sixteen-year-old son, who was returning from studying abroad, was also involved in a car accident on his way back to China, resulting in him becoming disabled in both legs.

Since then, Shen Yaorong has held all the power in the Shen family.

“I know, Dad. I will definitely work hard to take over your position. Besides, you own 60% of the shares, so no one can take your place,” Shen Jianchang comforted his father.

"Hmph! Tonight, the shares your grandmother holds are also crucial. You and I must secure ten percent of them," Shen Yaorong said in a deep voice, waving his hand at his son. "You can go now!"

After Shen Jianchang left, Shen Yaorong's phone rang. He picked it up and answered, "Hello!"

"Sir, the person you are looking for has been found."

"Are you sure?" A cold glint flashed in Shen Yaorong's eyes.

"Yes, she is a very healthy HR girl with rare blood type Rh-negative blood. All tests prove that she can be used by you."

"Send me the information so I can take a look."

Shen Yaorong's phone beeped with a message. He opened the file, and a photo of a young and beautiful girl appeared, along with her personal information. His brows furrowed immediately. "Su Chenxi?"

If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have heard this name before.

Then he remembered that this was the Jiang family's young lady whom his nephew had recently married.

Therefore, the fresh blood bags he needed were at the Shen family's house.

"It's truly a stroke of luck." A cold smile flashed across Shen Yaorong's eyes.

Beside the sofa, Old Mrs. Shen was pale and clearly in poor condition, even giving the impression of being frail and nearing the end of her life.

Su Chenxi looked at the old lady with heartache, then turned her head and saw a pair of worried eyes looking at her as well—it was Shen Yanchuan.

She thought to herself, "It seems he agreed to the marriage because he knows Grandma's health isn't good, so he wants to make the old lady happy!"

Shen Jianchang sat down, his previous carefree attitude vanished, and he transformed into a dutiful grandson.

Su Chenxi sat on a single sofa, with Shen Yanchuan's wheelchair beside her.

She couldn't help but look at him, as if everyone in the room was just air to him; his gaze was only drawn to the old lady on the sofa.

At the top of the stairs, a steady figure descended. He was in his early fifties and exuded an air of superiority. His sharp eyes swept over the people in the hall, finally settling on Su Chenxi. A slight smirk appeared on his lips.

Then, his gaze fell on his nephew in the wheelchair, as if he were looking at an enemy who might threaten him at any moment, cold and indifferent, completely unlike that of an elder.

For Shen Yaorong, the only person who could threaten his position in his life was his nephew, who had been in a wheelchair for ten years.

Even though he was crippled and just a useless person, his past actions revealed a guilty conscience, and this nephew often made him feel like he had a thorn in his side.

"Madam, dinner is ready," the maid said as she came over.

The old lady took a breath and said, "Everyone, come to the table! Let's have a good meal tonight."

Su Meifen stepped forward to help her, saying, "Mother-in-law, let me help you."

The old lady nodded happily. Su Chenxi pushed Shen Yanchuan to the table, and the man gestured for her to help him.

Su Chenxi immediately understood, reached out to help him, and helped him from the wheelchair into his seat.

Shen Yaorong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, asking with concern, "Yan Chuan, how have you been lately?"

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle. Everything is fine," Shen Yanchuan replied, looking up.

"If there's anything I can help you with, just ask. I'll definitely help you." After saying that, Shen Yaorong looked at Su Chenxi, "You must be Yan Chuan's new wife!"

Su Chenxi stood up and greeted him, "Hello, Uncle, my name is Chenxi."

"Hmm! Not bad. Take good care of Yan Chuan from now on. The Shen family will not mistreat you." Shen Yaorong looked at her with a meaningful smile.

Su Chenxi nodded quickly, "Yes, I will take good care of Yan Chuan."

Jiang Yao looked at Gu Yanchuan across the table. His proper words and actions, and noble manners, made it easy to ignore the fact that he was disabled. He perfectly embodied the temperament of a young nobleman from high society.

She had only managed to steal two glances when her heart skipped a beat. What was happening? She was actually attracted to this disabled man from the Shen family?

Just then, the sound of high heels came from outside the door, and the maid invited in a girl who had just arrived.

Everyone turned to look at the newcomer, and Shen Jianchang immediately stood up from his seat and said, "Grandma, my girlfriend is here. Let me introduce her to you."

After saying that, he beckoned and said, "Xiaomeng, come here and greet my grandmother."

The girl walked over gracefully and greeted the elderly Mrs. Shen, who was seated at the head of the table, with a smile, "Hello, Grandma, I'm Xia Xiaomeng, Jianchang's girlfriend."

Su Chenxi's hand, which was holding a chopstick, froze in mid-air. Looking at the girl who had suddenly appeared, she was shocked. How could it be her?

"Alright, find a seat and have your meal!" the old lady said gently.

Xia Xiaomeng greeted Shen Yaorong across from her, "Hello, Uncle."

Shen Yaorong nodded to her, "Sit down!"

Xia Xiaomeng then looked around at the other people at the table. When her eyes met Su Chenxi's, she was quite surprised, clearly not expecting to run into an acquaintance here.

"Xiaomeng, let me introduce you. This is my second brother, this is his wife, these two are Mr. and Mrs. Jiang, and Miss Jiang." Shen Jianchang introduced them to her one by one.

Xia Xiaomeng smiled politely, "Hello everyone, I'm late, please forgive me."

Xia Xiaomeng sat down next to Shen Jianchang, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, but her gaze was fixed on Su Chenxi from the rim of the cup, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. Then, she glanced at the young man sitting next to Su Chenxi, her pupils shrinking slightly.

Is this the crippled second young master of the Shen family? He's surprisingly handsome.

What a pity! No matter how charming she is, her legs are crippled, so people will lose interest in her.

Su Chenxi felt frustrated. What a small world! After six years, she had run into the Shen family again.