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The Counterattack of Flash Marriage with the CEO

【Sweet Love + Reconnecting with renounced sister + Unforgiving + Reckoning】 Ye Shengge was the true heiress painstakingly reclaimed by the Ye family, yet no one in the family favored her. Her brothers constantly berated and humiliated her while doting on the pseudo-heiress. Ye Shengge made a decisive choice – she severed ties with the Ye family. On the day of her departure, Ye Shengge entered into a clandestine marriage with a mysterious tycoon and got legally wed.  Tolerate the pseudo-heiress?  Yield to her brothers? Absolutely not this time! A rising star in dance, a racing virtuoso, a genius composer, an expert in cultural artifact restoration... as the veils of her Multiple Identitiess were unveiled one by one, the Ye family finally saw the true face of the pseudo-heiress, filled with remorse. Her biological father rushed back from abroad overnight, saying, "Sheng Sheng, it's Dad's mistake; Daddy was blind to people's true colors..." Her biological mother was in tears, her face streaked with sorrow, "Sheng Sheng, after finding you, Mom hasn't even had a chance to hold you..." Even her five brothers wept bitterly in the rain, pleading for Ye Shengge to come back home. Ye Shengge's red lips were alluring, her smile enchanting. This time, there would be no forgiveness! Under the dazzling starlight, a certain tycoon embraced her, his deep, husky voice filled with tenderness, "Darling, let's go home."

COL+ Mao Mao Qiu · Urban
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202 Chs

To Accept or Reject His Confession?

Within the snow-clad cabin, the fireplace crackled warmly as snowflakes gently descended outside. In the nearby pine forest, deer roamed gracefully. It was a place resembling an enchanted woodland.

Ye Shengge listened attentively. Fu Yushen had just confessed his affection for her...

Her pupils dilated dramatically, her mind went blank, and her limbs froze in uncertainty. She didn't know how to react.

After a moment, the man's low, velvety voice slowly brought her back to reality. His voice was soft, almost like the murmurs of lovers, yet tinged with a hint of bitterness.