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Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST] “Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared. "I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!” As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! EXCERPT: “Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. “Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. “Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims. “You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” “How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” “You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?” = This is an original work - do not steal! Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

Taoist6GPenguin · Urban
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347 Chs

8 Years Old Part 1

"Mommy - Mom !" Jingwei had whined, hastily remembering to call his mother Mom instead of Mummy, because he was eight years old, not a baby. 

One of the kids laughed at him when he heard Jingwei call for his mom, insisting that Jingwei was a baby and he should go back to kindergarten. Jingwei socked him in the face, and his father was not pleased when he received the news that his son had punched Councillor Bai's son in the face. Jingwei was forced to apologise, never mind that Bai Shi Ting was the one that called him names to begin with! 

"Yes baby?" His mother asked, giving him a quick look as she was momentarily distracted from the kitchen stove. She was stirring a pot of soup for the guests that were visiting later. Even with a bevy of servants at her beck and call, she still preferred to cook her meals. Her favourite was fishball noodle soup.