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99 Ploys of Love: Mr.CEO Denies The Divorce Again!

Official Synopsis: When he stayed at her home for one night, he took her body in a drunken stupor. From then on, he had been a constant fixture in her life. How adamant he was in forcing a marriage was how adamant she demanded for a divorce. “I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you! I’m not staying married to you!” After she repeated such an important proclamation three times, he finally tossed her the divorce paper. She thought she had finally escaped him alas… After the divorce, he still snuck into her room every night... Finally losing her patience, she yelled, “We are already divorced!” He glanced at her and set down the divorce paper before her. On it, it was written clearly: After the divorce, the car is hers, the house is hers, the company is hers, their child is hers, he… is also hers? Translator's Synopsis: Imagine the superpowers wielding male lead from the Korean drama, "My Love from the Star" in the misunderstanding-processing plant that is "Bringing the Nation's Husband Home" and you will have "99 Proclamations of Love". Tsundere CEO, Su Zhinian is deeply in love with ditzy entertainment beat reporter, Song qingchun but he could not act on it due to a deep dark secret. Read to find out whether love can really overcome anything and everything...

Ye Fei Ye · Ciudad
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The Glorious Years (5)

Editor: Millman97

Song Qingchun jumped from shock. Just as she was wondering whether she should answer Su Zhinian or not, he asked, "Are you asleep?"

She knew this was the man giving her a way out. If she still didn't have the courage to face him after the thing that had happened, she could just pretend to be asleep.

Song Qingchun thus decided to sit there in silence and not respond.

The man outside the door was quiet for about half a minute before he began again. "I know you're still awake."

As he said so, Song Qingchun heard the door click open. Su Zhinian then walked in with a calm and measured gait.

He was wearing a white, cotton t-shirt and pants. His face had returned to his usual frigid aloofness so quickly that Song Qingchun had to wonder if the incident earlier had just been a mirage in her mind.