My Wife is Raised by Myself

Jiang Yi, the son of the Lu family’s chauffeur, was taken in by the Lu family when he was six years old. He followed behind the young master, Lu Li, acting as his little shadow.

There were rumors that the young master of the Lu family had a terrible temper, which made Jiang’s father quite anxious.

However, one day he witnessed the supposedly ill-tempered young master of the Lu family half-kneeling on the ground, frowning as he warmed up his ailing son’s feet before carefully putting on his socks.

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Lu Li had always been known for his bad temper, a trait he’d had since childhood. But everything changed when he met Jiang Yi at the age of six.

He had never encountered anyone like Jiang Yi, a peer who was so different from everyone else.

Lu Li started calling Jiang Yi his “doll.”

His little doll was indeed beautiful, small and quiet, often sitting patiently in a corner waiting for him. However, his doll was also frail, frequently needing to take medicine.

They went to school together, grew up together, and shared their lives.

Years later, everyone in their social circle knew that the eldest young master of the Lu family, Lu Li, had a precious jewel—Jiang Yi.

And this jewel was untouchable.