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99 Ploys of Love: Mr.CEO Denies The Divorce Again!

Official Synopsis: When he stayed at her home for one night, he took her body in a drunken stupor. From then on, he had been a constant fixture in her life. How adamant he was in forcing a marriage was how adamant she demanded for a divorce. “I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you!” After she repeated such an important proclamation three times, he finally tossed her the divorce paper. She thought she had finally escaped him alas… After the divorce, he still snuck into her room every night... Finally losing her patience, she yelled, “We are already divorced!” He glanced at her and set down the divorce paper before her. On it, it was written clearly: After the divorce, the car is hers, the house is hers, the company is hers, their child is hers, he… is also hers? Translator's Synopsis: Imagine the superpowers wielding male lead from the Korean drama, "My Love from the Star" in the misunderstanding-processing plant that is "Bringing the Nation's Husband Home" and you will have "99 Proclamations of Love". Tsundere CEO, Su Zhinian is deeply in love with ditzy entertainment beat reporter, Song qingchun but he could not act on it due to a deep dark secret. Read to find out whether love can really overcome anything and everything...

Ye Fei Ye · Urban
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Editor: Millman97

'Orchid Pagoda'. It was last year when she came here to celebrate Christmas with Su Zhinian. That night, she had been exceptionally lucky to have won a lifetime complementary card at Golden Corner at the lucky draw.

Throughout that year, she had come to have a feast at Golden Corner many times with that card, but she had never been lucky enough to get the Orchid Pagoda booth again.

The waiter had pushed the door open. The paintings on the wall, the china on the table, the rug… the decoration inside was exactly the same as the year before. Song Qingchun suddenly felt like the time had regressed. She could see Su Zhinian in his white shirt leaning gracefully against the carved red-wood chair, talking on his phone. She could even hear the lilt that was unique to his voice.

"Song Song? Why are you standing there at the door?" Qin Yinan, who had already walked in, asked softly when he saw Song Qingchun still frozen beyond the entrance.