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Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue is in dire straits— Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband. This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings. Sugary Scene Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?" Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now." Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.” Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.

Phoenix's Sweet · Urban
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7635 Chs

A smile on her face

Anlan Xintong looked at Yue manzhu, who was beside her. She felt that time was peaceful and she did not want to get up at all.

She still wanted to stay in bed and sleep in.

Anlan Xintong involuntarily snuggled into Yue manzhu's arms, and sniffed the scent on Yue manzhu's body.

When Yue manzhu felt an LAN Xintong's movements, she couldn't help but laugh.

He looked at the person in his arms. She was like a kitten, and his heart was filled with tender love.

Yue manzhu believed that he wasn't a very patient and soft-hearted person, but when facing an LAN Xintong, all of his principles were broken.

He couldn't help but want to take good care of her and make her happy. He couldn't help but want to pamper her.

Yue manzhu conveniently pulled an LAN Xintong into her arms."You're awake?"

Anlan Xintong leaned into Yue manzhu's embrace."En."

Anlan Xintong leaned into Yue manzhu's embrace. When she spoke, her voice was lazy.