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Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue is in dire straits— Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband. This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings. Sugary Scene Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?" Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now." Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.” Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.

Phoenix's Sweet · Urbain
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Zui Qingcheng (20)

Wen Qingzhu gently kissed Ying Qiuxi's hair,"Qiu Xi, stop painting. Have some fruit."

Mo Qiuxi heard Wen Qingzhu's gentle and intoxicating voice and the brush in her hand paused. She couldn't continue drawing with him hugging her like this.

In fact, mo Qiuxi also felt a little emotional. In the past, she was the one who was free while he was so busy.

Now that Wen Qingzhu was free, she started to get busy.

She just wanted to do something she liked to do to pass the time.

However, it was clear that she had caused Wen Qingzhu to worry.

"Okay, I'll rest for a while."

After saying that, mo Qiuxi placed the brush in her hand to the side and wanted to get up. Wen Qingzhu hurriedly and gently helped her up.

Wen Qingzhu's actions were as if she was treating mo Qiuxi as a fragile porcelain doll.

"I'm really not that delicate. "

Mo Qiuxi had emphasized it many times, but Wen Qingzhu only gently touched her head and didn't say anything.