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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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1084 Chs

He Is Not a Possibility for You (3)

Editor: Millman97

Song Qingchun's crying did not show any sign of slowing down, and her knuckles, which were pressed against the table, were startlingly white.

"It's so rare that we can meet the right person;

"It takes the good fortune accumulated over a few lifetimes to be able to reach an ending together.

"It's rare that we fell in love with the right person,

"Even if that person is not the one who walks to the end with us.

"At the same time, I would like to wish him to be braver in his future love."

As he exited the restaurant, the balmy wind of a summer night touched his face. Su Zhinian stood at the door, listening to Song Qingchun cry, with his hands in his pockets before he pulled out a phone to make a call. After he hung up, he looked up into the sky before raising his feet to walk down the stairs and move to his car with a measured expression on his face.