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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 · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
1084 Chs

Thank You for Letting Me Love You (5)

Editor: Millman97

The driver glanced at Song Qingchun through the rear-view mirror and promised confidently, "Leave it to me."

The young man didn't respond but bent over to grab a wooden stick about one meter long from underneath the chair. Then he pushed open the door and got down.

The fat man beside Song Qingchun followed soon after. He pulled a dagger about ten centimeters long from his pocket and unsheathed it. He looked at it, and as if unsatisfied, he tossed the dagger back into the car and searched for a wooden stick from underneath the seat. This time, Song Qingchun got a clearer look, and the wooden stick had been sharpened at one end.

The fat man didn't close the door, so Song Qingchun could hear the conversation outside rather clearly.

It was the young man who called out first. "Who are you? You're here for the person in the car?"

"Let her go."

Song Qingchun's eyes widened to their maximum when she heard the voice.