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One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan. As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing. On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his... Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

Beauty Under the Moon · Urban
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A Perfect Match (19)

Editor: Atlas Studios

When he locked the door behind him, Liang Yin seemed alarmed. She hunched her shoulders and asked, looking vigilant, "Why did you lock the door!?"

Frowning, he turned to give her a disgusted look. "Why, you look like I'm going to do something to you."

Liang Yin instinctively took half a step back and clutched her chest. It seemed like a subconscious response for a woman. Because she had been soaked in water, she was worried that it would expose everything underneath. She clearly had not yet accepted the reality of her soul swap.

The actor kindly reminded her, "For goodness' sake, you're in my body now. I'd have to be crazy to do anything to my own body!'

"Ahhhhhh…"

He took another look at her body—his own, to be precise—and saw that she was still dripping wet. Her hair was almost dry, but her clothes clung to her.

He raised his eyebrows suspiciously. "Don't tell me… you haven't had a shower yet!?"