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Married to his secret crush

Enigmatic and wealthy, Jun Zixuan is the epitome of perfection. He has everything and that includes a suicidal and scheming wife whom he hates to the core until one day when she pours a glass of juice on him, her poison-laced words and countless insults following behind. That's where it starts. He could not take his eyes off her. Was he a masochist? What just happened?! With beauty, brains, and an endless bank balance, she has been living her best life until she is assassinated on her birthday. Waking up in the body of a scheming and penniless woman was more unacceptable for her and to top it off, she has a husband who happens to be her old friend. Just that, he acts like an entirely different person now. She settles on a master plan. Lose weight first, make money, get a divorce, settle the people who killed her, and find a way to go back to her brother. But wait...why is this cold and unapproachable husband acting like a white lotus? What is she going to do with her plans if this stunning husband refuses to let her go? ... "I want a divorce," She indifferently said. "Fine," the man coldly responded without any shift in his expression. One month later: "When are we getting divorced?" She asked calmly, not wanting to deal with a moody husband anymore. She just wanted to be done with her revenge first, then find her brother and live a carefree life like before. His gaze darkened, "The procedure is going on." Three months later: "Jun Zixuan, where the heck is our divorce paper?!" She finally lost her patience and snapped at him. One of his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer, "Are you that eager to leave me?" he asked, sadness flickered on his face despite that indifferent look. "Yes." "Oh? So sad," The man narrowed his eyes, his lips tilted up in a crafty smile before he continued, "The lawyers said that our case is a complicated one, it might take them a lifetime to draft the divorce papers."

Auroraaa · Urban
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500 Chs

100 sex positions

"You can sleep…"

"No, I am not sleeping on your bed. No further discussions on that," She interrupted him before he could finish speaking. She would rather sleep on the floor than sleeping with him. Who knows what position they will wake up in the morning?

"Fine,'' He relented.

When he folded the letter, it was only then did she noticed the rose he was holding on in his other hand.

"Did you get it for me?" She grabbed it from his hand. When she was angry, he had promised her to give her this rose as compensation, "I didn't expect you to remember it."

His gaze turned serious, "Do you remember you once plucked a rose from the garden?"

She tilted her head upwards before nodding, "How could I forget? Being the stingy man you are…You snatched it away from me. But, why are you asking about that?"

He gazed at her confused expressions for a moment before looking at the rose in her hand.