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I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar

To exact revenge on her fiance who cheated on her, Xing Shu plotted against her fiance's uncle, Cheng Lang. "Was my nephew unable to please you?" On a large, messy bed, Cheng Lang pinched Xing Shu's chin. The black Buddhist bracelet around his wrist swayed from side to side. Everyone said Cheng Lang was a religious man who stayed away from women. However, after sleeping with him for a night, Xing Shu expressed how it was actually easy to manipulate him. She only needed to say sweet things to him in a soft, gentle voice, and he'd give her anything she wanted. "Mr. Cheng is only putting on a show with Xing Shu. He'll dump her very soon!" "Xing Shu is a shameless woman. Mr. Cheng would never fall for someone with ulterior motives like her!" Everyone in Jing City waited for her to make a fool of herself, but nobody knew how Cheng Lang pinned her against the bed at night. "Xing Shu, mention getting a divorce again if you dare." Ever since then, Cheng Lang, a man who once belonged on the altar, was brought down by Xing Shu. He experienced what it felt like to be in a relationship like a normal person, and he found joy in it.

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Ms. Hu

Editor: Atlas Studios

Xing Shu was in Cheng Lang's car; the atmosphere was so uncomfortable you could cut the air with a knife. The source of this tension was Nie Heng. Nie Heng's gaze was like a laser beam as he scanned Xing Shu from head to toe. Xing Shu could not help but lean towards Cheng Lang. Cold sweat broke out on her back.

Nie Heng sneered and deliberately stretched out his legs in a territorial move, pushing Xing Shu into a corner. "First Xiao Zhuo, then Ron. Xing Shu, you're very ambitious."

Nie Heng had seen Xing Shu and Ron chatting happily when he returned to the hall after completing the paperwork for the purchase.

Xing Shu frowned. It seemed that no matter what she did, it would be misinterpreted by Nie Heng. Since that was the case… She suddenly raised her hand and gripped Cheng Lang's fingertips; her fingertips scratching his palm. Nie Heng's face fell. His eyes narrowed, like a cheetah preparing to hunt.