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Young Brother-in-law Is Now My Husband

[Completed] "Lu Lijun! what're you doing?" "Shhh! Let me see where that bastard touched you," he tucked the loose hair strand behind her earlobe, "Nobody is allowed to touch my wife." "I..AM...NOT...YOUR...WIFE.." "Dare to say it again and in no time you will see yourself on that bed under me...and I'll make sure, you won't be able to rest for even a single moment, till the morning.” __ __ At the age of twenty, Jiang Yuyan married her love Lu Qiang, an heir to one of the most powerful business families in the capital. Tragically, a few months later, an unfortunate incident cost her husband's life. A series of unfathomable incidents compelled Jiang Yuyan to marry her brother-in-law Lu Lijun, who's younger than her. Her new marriage meant nothing to her more than just an act to protect the people she cared about. She planned to leave the Lu family after Lu Lijun became independent and spend the rest of her life with the memories of Lu Qiang which she treasured for all those years, but that turned out to be her wishful thinking. Her brother-in-law, Lu Lijun, realizes that he is in love with her and wants her to be his wife. What will unfold when he confessed his feelings to her, knowing that she will never accept him? Will he be able to make her fall in love with him? Will her heart come alive again? __ __ Here, you will read two different love stories of the same Female lead as the story has two male leads. Discord link- Given in the chapters. Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/mynovel.20/ FB group- mynovel20's novels Note - This is not a translation but an original work written by author mynovel20.

Mynovel20 · 都市
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1628 Chs

The Person I Hate The Most...

Nine years after, London. 

A handsome young man, wearing a white short as his well-toned bare body bathed in early morning sunlight while standing in the east-facing gallery of his room. He was drawing something on the white sheet which hung to the wooden stand in front of him.

Lines of sweat appeared on his fair, broad, and well-sculpted back as it faced the mildly hot sun rays while the cold breeze coming from the vast water bed ahead cooled it down. 

His black hair turned moist with the sweat as they covered his forehead. His focus was on the portrait he was drawing, forgetting the world around him.

Suddenly two young men barged into his room and came to the gallery as one of them, who wore the casual blue jacket over the white T-shirt and jeans, spoke as he stood at the gallery's entrance. 

"Not again, man! You must be drawing the same woman again."