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Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary Sugary Scene: Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave." We have a Patreon which you can support us at: https://www.patreon.com/elitedotingmarriage We have advanced chapters to offer, as well as goals to increase our weekly release rate!

Wei yang · Urban
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1998 Chs

Do I Look Like I'm Joking?

Editor: Atlas Studios

After settling himself comfortably on the couch, Yan Rusheng began flipping a random magazine.

"President Yan, the tea is ready." Chairman Zhang presented the cup of tea with both hands to Yan Rusheng.

He was unusually courteous and respectful.

Yan Rusheng nodded. "Thank you, Chairman Zhang."

Yan Rusheng doesn't easily thank people, or at least he had never heard him say it before. Chairman Zhang felt a bit squeamish—a mixture of anxiety and panic.

He had invited him over on a weekend on a pretense of drinking tea with him. This had never happened in the years he had known him, and he knew for certain that nothing good will come out of it.

He bent and gingerly sat down on the couch while leaving a space wide enough for two more people between them.

Then he eyed Yan Rusheng apprehensively. He felt jittery.