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Mr. CEO, You're Out!

Su Wan married the man she had loved for ten years with a heart full of joy. On their wedding night, however, he said to her, "Su Wan, you've been given the status of Mrs. Xu. All you need to do is fulfill your duties. The only things you can get from me are power and money, nothing else." Su Wan, holding a sincere heart as if it were red-hot coal, wanted to tell him that she had secretly loved him for many years. But before she could give away her true feelings, they were thrown to the ground and shattered. Everyone thought that Su Wan must be very happy to marry A city's most noble man, Gu Nanzhou. Even Su Wan herself thought so. But that was just what she thought. Until one day, Su Wan realized that no matter what she did, she could not warm Gu Nanzhou's indifferent heart, and she no longer hoped to gain his love. She chose to leave, to set each other free, leaving only a divorce agreement behind. Everyone knew that Gu Nanzhou had no feelings for Su Wan and that marrying her was merely a reluctant decision. On the day of their divorce, his friends celebrated for him. In the lively atmosphere of the private room, the cold yet noble man didn't utter a word. With his legs crossed and fingertips glowing with a scarlet light, his expression was obscured by the swirling smoke, his mood impenetrable to others. And nobody knew that after Su Wan left, there were countless sleepless nights when Gu Nanzhou sat in her room, his fingers holding the divorce agreement turning white with tension. Later, at a banquet, Gu Nanzhou cornered Su Wan in a dimly lit corner. The man's eyes were slightly red, his voice low and hoarse, his usually indifferent and serene face now showing an unprecedented disarray, almost begging the person in his arms. "Wanwan, please don't divorce me, okay?"

Seven Summer Leaves · Ciudad
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Chapter 165 Who Made My Husband Spoil Me

"Oh." Ye Li thought for a moment, then turned and went into the room to fetch the equipment for him.

Ji Yanchen was sensitive to the cold, yet he disliked expressing himself. If it weren't for someone particularly close to him, they wouldn't understand this quirk of his.

"This season, it's starting to get cold over in Canada." Handing Ji Yanchen the warm packs and a small packet of instant ginger tea, Ye Li pointed at the suitcase, "You stuff it in yourself."

Ji Yanchen stared at Ye Li for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping over her neck and face, "Stiff neck?"

Ye Li answered with a stiff neck, "A bit."

Ji Yanchen didn't seem sympathetic and asked calmly, "Uncomfortable?"

Ye Li rolled her eyes, wasn't this nonsense? Would a stiff neck not be uncomfortable? Today, while painting, she hardly dared move at all, fearing that any slight movement would cause her entire neck to ache.

Ji Yanchen raised an eyebrow, his tone remarkably indifferent, "Comfortable sleeping in the study?"