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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 · 都市
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Too Weak to Get Angry (2)

編集者: Millman97

Song Qingchun was so shocked by Su Zhinian's sudden reaction that her head whipped up. In just a few seconds, Su Zhinian had already walked to the door of his personal breakroom. He shoved the door open and walked in without any hesitation. Then the door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Why did he leave mid-sentence?

Song Qingchun frowned, staring at the closed door. Then, the thought that was interrupted by Su Zhinian slowly reformed in her might.

Sanitary Su was showing reaction… down there…

Song Qingchun's face burned even brighter. Even though Su Zhinian was no longer physically in the room, she still lowered her head in a flustered manner. Her fingers gripped the blanket tightly, so much so that they went white. She then released her grip before tightening it again; she alternated between the two as if hesitant about something.