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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
Not enough ratings
347 Chs

Panic Attack

"I'm here… I'm here… Everything is fine now…" Jingwei said, murmuring reassurances in her ear. Jingwei couldn't turn back time to prevent Ya Ren from landing his filthy paws on her, and that failure will eat away at him for the rest of his life.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Xue Ning said robotically, as though trying to convince herself.

But Jingwei felt Xue Ning shiver in his arms. He knew she was lying, and his eyes darkened. 

'I'm going to destroy Wu Shang Jing, he vowed to himself. I'm going to become someone so terrifying, no one will ever dare touch a hair of Xue Ning's head in future! '

"Xue Ning?" Jingwei whispered. "Are you feeling alright?"

Xue Ning took a deep breath and smelt the metallic tang of dried blood. It immediately brought to mind Ya Ren's grinning face and his touch on her, and the soft give of his palm as she stabbed the knife in.