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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!

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#ROMANCE
#FACESLAPPING

Xuxu, I'm Sorry

Editor: Atlas Studios

Yan Rusheng closed the diary and unconsciously, his eyes turned red. He covered his face with his hands, and it had carried a lingering scent of aged paper.

This diary acted as a time capsule which brought him back to the innocent and unforgettable past which they could never return to.

In those years, they were inseparable.

He used the same way to pry the locked wooden box. A purple moldy plastic ring greeted his eyes.

Yan Rusheng couldn't control his tears any longer. Tears filled his eyes and covered his eyelashes.

He picked up the ring and there was a photo underneath it. That photo was the only photo they had officially ever taken together.

It was taken when Grandmother celebrated her 70th birthday, and she had commanded them to take a picture together.

He picked up the photo. There were some neatly handwritten words behind it. It painfully stung his eyes as he read it.