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99 Ploys of Love: Mr.CEO Denies The Divorce Again!

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...

Ye Fei Ye · Urbain
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Pulled Together by Fate (3)

Éditeur: Millman97

The room was clean, probably because the maid still cleaned it every day.

When he had stayed at the Song family's home, whenever Song Menghwa returned from his business trip, he would bring back clothes for Song Cheng and Song Qingchun. He wouldn't forget Su Zhinian's share as well.

When Su Zhinian had left the Song family, he had only taken his own clothes with him. The clothes that Song Menghwa had bought for him were still arranged neatly inside the closet.

However, those were for a high school Su Zhinian. He couldn't fit into most of them now. Song Menghwa searched through the closet for a long time before coming up with a shirt that was slightly bigger in size.

After a warm bath, Su Zhinian felt better. He had just dried his hair and was going downstairs when Song Menghwa came upstairs to call him for dinner.

Song Qingchun was not home, and the large dining table that could fit ten people only sat three: himself, Song Menghwa, and Fang Rou.