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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!

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Your Worries Are Unnecessary

Editor: Atlas Studios

'You damned b*tch. Are you trying to seduce guys by wearing this outfit in the elevator?'

The words of that lecherous man suddenly echoed in his ear, and he couldn't help feeling worried again. He quickly took out his car keys and hurried to the parking lot.

F*ck! Which idiot came up with that b*llshit rule about wearing tight-fitting clothes to work?!

At the clinic.

Wen Xuxu sat on the deck chair which her grandfather had brought from his village. She was holding a plate of pan-fried buns, and her lips were smeared with traces of grease.

Every time she finished one, she would lick her fingers with relish as though she didn't want to waste a single bite.

Jiang Zhuoheng descended the stairs with a glass of milk when he caught sight of her licking her fingers. He furrowed his eyebrows and patted her lightly on her back. "Don't do that, it's dirty. Here, have some milk."