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Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

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...

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I Will Not Touch You Again (3)

Traductor: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

Other than a work call, Su Zhinian actually was not working that evening.

Due to his impressive hearing, he could pick up and focus on the smallest of voices. Therefore, no matter how noisy it was, it would not cause him any distraction.

In fact, he had no idea from whence he had gotten the habit of listening to her movements as he did his work.

When he was busy in the study, she was quite bored, alone in the huge bungalow, so she would talk to herself, making mocking comments on certain observations. Most of them were petty complaints about the littlest of things, but to him, they were like the songs of angels.

These past few days he had been staying at the company, and whenever the rest of the company had left, he would stand before the window, study the sleeping city, and think about her. Even if she would not talk to him, as long as he could hear her speak, be it curses or insults thrown at him, he would be more than satisfied…