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Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary Sugary Scene: Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave." We have a Patreon which you can support us at: https://www.patreon.com/elitedotingmarriage We have advanced chapters to offer, as well as goals to increase our weekly release rate!

Wei yang · Ciudad
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1998 Chs

Helpless and Suffered Alone

Editor: Atlas Studios

Fang Jiayin heard Liu Changfu and her face instantly fell. There was a flash of hatred and incredibly, fear suddenly filled Liu Changfu. He hurriedly changed the topic. "Then you should tell me your plan."

Fang Jiayin inched towards Liu Changfu and whispered in his ears.

It was late at night and it was quiet outside The First Wealth. The signboard was still brilliantly flashing.

Yan Rusheng and Ming Ansheng chatted with each other as they walked out of the exit.

Suddenly, a woman loomed from the darkness and walked towards them.

Yan Rusheng's face sank. He frostily eyed the frail-looking woman.

"Ahh… President Yan."

Fang Jiayin was wearing a white dress with a dark red cropped jacket—her dewy eyes fixed intently on Yan Rusheng.

Her beautiful, perfect face was alluring under the shimmering lights.