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Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST] “Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared. "I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!” As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! EXCERPT: “Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. “Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. “Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims. “You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” “How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” “You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?” = This is an original work - do not steal! Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

Taoist6GPenguin · Urbain
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#R18
#COMEDY
#MYSTERY
#DARK
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#THESTRONGACTINGWEAK
#FACESLAPPING
#MAFIA
#SEDUCTIVE

Mr Brightside

If Jingwei thought his day would improve after getting a morning kiss from Xue Ning, he was sorely mistaken. 

It seemed that everyone in the house (other than his precious darling) had it out for him! He's sure that if they had a dog, it would have peed in his shoes. After the bean sprouts were done, he was sent to prepare dough in the restaurant kitchen. 

During this time, he had to deal with his own ineptitude while Xue Ning's dad and her brother watched and commented on his lack of skill. He was not proud to say there was more flour on the floor than there was on the table top, and he had dropped the dough more than once while trying to create the noodle strands because he was so tired.

No one was eating that for sure.