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The Love Hate Equation

(CONTAINS R18+ CONTENT) "Are you saying you'd let any man get this close?" "ABSOLUTELY NO!" The words burst out of me, too quick, too honest. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, if I leave you like this, all wound up and aching, will you be sneaking off to use one of your little toys?" "Yes," "Tell me, were you waiting for me to initiate something this past week?" he tugs my shorts more and kisses my navel. My heart hammers and my voice comes out shaky. "N-No." I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing he's right. He chuckles darkly. "Wrong answer. Let's try again." **** **** Yiren The billionaire playboy, Mr. Charming, brat, Manwh*re….. Can’t believe I’m acting as his fake girlfriend despite the reputation he has and despite the past we share. But life challenges you in the worst ways and mine brings me to my biggest enemy when he dangled an irresistible offer in front of my face. And that offer might be my only chance to get my inheritance. So now I’m stuck with Satan’s spawn aka Feng Junjie the golden boy of the business world. But the thing is….. What if I start seeing the real him? JUNJIE I need my life back. A sorry attempt at love had me question everything and forced me away from my brothers. Since my ‘ex best friend’s’ constant accusations had gotten out of control, I might as well pretend to date someone and shut her mouth. My definition of a fake date- Beautiful, sexy, tempting…..umm…. insufferable, annoying, and with a mouth that won’t stop running. The mouth with red lipstick. The mouth I want to…. This arrangement was supposed to be simple: fake dating, clear boundaries, no feelings. But the more he plays the role of her devoted partner, the more the lines between fake and real start to blur. And now, he’s no longer sure where the act ends and his true feelings begin. The catch? Mu Yiren doesn’t believe in love. And she certainly doesn’t believe a man like Feng Junjie is capable of anything but heartbreak. But Feng has never been one to follow the rules. Boundaries? He’s about to break them. Deals? They were made to be rewritten. He’s going all in, and this time, he’s not playing pretend.

dream_ash · Urbain
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Did she really just call me that?

YIREN (PART 1)

"Papa?" The word slips from my lips out of habit, even though I know I won't get a reply. Yet, some things are impossible to let go of.

"Here."

My heart skips a beat. Did he just… reply?

I'm frozen for a moment, unsure of what's happening. He's not sitting by the window like he always does, sinking into that worn-out old couch. He's in the kitchen. Cooking? Am I in the right house?

I blink, eyes darting around. The house is… spotless. Cleaner than I've ever seen it. Even the unreachable cobwebs I could never get to are gone. It's like someone took the tired, dim version of the house I've known for years and breathed life back into it. The couch by the window—Papa's "real home" after Mom passed, once blackened with time and neglect—now gleams in its original cream shade.

"Give me two minutes, Yiren." His voice snaps me out of my daze, and I peek into the kitchen, too curious to stay still.