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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

Bedroom Negotiations Part 1

"More importantly Xue Ning, do you want to sleep in my bed?" Jingwei asked, "Or do you want to -" Before he could continue, Xue Ning's hand had immediately hit his stomach with a loud smack. 

"Oi! Don't be so shameless! I haven't even seen your entire house and you want me in your bed already?! What the hell?" Xue Ning yelled, preparing to deliver another blow.

Jingwei hastily held up his hands in surrender. "It's just an innocent suggestion!" He said, but his face was anything but innocent, with the way he mischievously waggled his eyebrows. "Ouch don't hit me!"

"Give me a good reason not to then," she growled warningly. 

"Easy - let me ask you a question, aren't you supposed to be my bodyguard?"

"Technically yes…?" She replied warily, sensing a trap.

"How are you going to protect me if you don't sleep in my room? What if an assassin climbs through the window and stabs me in my sleep?"

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