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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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Warmth in the Heart (6)

編集者: Millman97

Tang Nuan, on the other end of the phone, prompted, after Song Qingchun's long silence, "Do you need anything from Yinan?"

Even though Song Qingchun had a hard time accepting the truth laid out before her, she needed to save herself first. However, before she could ask Tang Nuan to pass the phone over to Qin Yinan, she heard the door of the bathroom being pulled open and "Tang Nuan, where's the towel?"

"Coming," Tang Nuan replied and tossed the phone on the bed. Then, Song Qingchun heard the sound of footsteps padding across the floor. That was probably Tang Nuan handing Qin Yinan his towel because Song Qingchun could hear the rustling of fabric, like someone was drying his hair.

She couldn't tell who the person that initiated it was, but she could eventually hear, through the sound of the whipping mountain gale, the intimate sound of kissing and Tang Nuan's light, breathy moans…