Crippled Master's Young Wife

Xia Ling saw Fu Yuntine staring at her coldly and changed the topic with a snicker in her heart.    

Actually, she was still grateful to this short-tempered man.    

"He said that it will be his birthday next week. At that time, he hopes that you and your husband will attend. Xia Ling, my big brother is now an ugly cripple. Do you dare to bring him in front of everyone? Could it be that because I married this useless husband, I feel inferior and can't raise my head in front of people?"    

Fu Yuntine narrowed his black eyes and deliberately looked down on himself as if he was worthless. He looked at Xia Ling's reaction.    

Xia Ling's eyebrows were tightly knitted when she heard Fu Yuntine call her a cripple.    

"Second Young Master Fu, please show some respect to your big brother. If you continue to speak rudely like this, you will not be welcomed here in the future."    

How could he call his big brother like that?    

Even if this is the truth, he should keep it a little. Don't mention it so openly.    

If Fu Yuntine had heard it, how sad would he be?    

Hearing Xia Ling protecting him from the bottom of her heart, Fu Yuntine curled his lips in satisfaction.    

"So, what is your answer?"    

This woman was very protective of the crippled Fu Yuntine.    

"Why do I feel that I am inferior and cannot raise my head?"    

Xia Ling rolled her eyes at him. "My life is my own. Whether it is good or not, only I know. I don't care what other people think or do. As long as your big brother doesn't mind appearing in front of everyone, I don't mind."    

Xia Zhenqing's birthday banquet?    

She remembered that every year, she would be ordered around like a servant.    

In the eyes of everyone, the Xia family only had one beloved daughter, and that was Xia Xi.    

Every year, on this day, Xia Xi would be in the limelight, and it was also the time when Xia Zhenqing looked at his son-in-law.    

Who would he like this year?    

"Alright, have a good rest."    

Fu Yuntine curled his lips in satisfaction and glanced at Xia Ling's clothes again. "Why aren't you changing your clothes?"    

Seeing this dress, he was angry in his heart.    

He was going to change all of her clothes.    

"None of your business."    

Xia Ling watched Fu Yuntine leave her room coldly and arrogantly. She clenched her fist and waved at his back, muttering to herself.    

This man was only her uncle, but he cared more than her husband.    

Touching her bruised wrist, Xia Ling scolded Fu Yuntine in her heart.    

After sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while, Xia Ling took her pajamas from the side and prepared to take a hot bath first.    

After entering the bathroom, Xia Ling untied the belt of her dress and took it off.    

Touching the exquisite dress, Xia Ling curled her lips and lightly sighed.    

Jiang Lingyun's warm face appeared in her mind. Xia Ling hurriedly shook her head and did not think too much about it.    

After filling the bathtub with water, Xia Ling carefully placed her injured leg on the wall of the bathtub and comfortably took a bath.    

When it was almost done, Xia Ling got up and carefully dragged her injured leg out of the bathtub.    

The air was filled with traces of watery mist. Xia Ling, wearing slippers, took a step forward but her feet slipped and in the next second, she directly fell to the ground.    

"Aiyo."    

Xia Ling did not fall lightly and could not help but cry out.    

It hurt to death!    

What kind of bad luck did she have? It was simply unlucky years!    

Xia Ling was in so much pain that she gritted her teeth and opened her eyes. She forced herself to get up, but she realized that her waist seemed to have moved.    

Oh!    

Her old waist!    

I really want to cry!    

"It hurts, why aren't the tiles waterproof? Bad review..."    

Xia Ling could not help but mutter. She wanted to get up but could not use any strength.