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Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Wen Xuxu is a tenacious, talented, smart and brave woman who was fostered by the Yan family at the age of four when she lost both her parents. Brought up to be the successor of a huge conglomerate, Yan Rusheng is an aloof, intelligent and arrogant man who is the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. Despite growing up together, both of them seem to treat each other as an eyesore. She labels him as a jerk and womanizer while in his eyes, she is a shrew. Over time, they fall for each other, but they continue to conceal their feelings for each other. By a twist of fate, they are forced into a marriage. And unknown to everyone else and Yan Rusheng, she has harbored a deep secret for many years… Keywords: Childhood sweetheart, Womanizer, Aloof, Soulmates, Forced marriage, Orphan, Secretary Sugary Scene: Suddenly, Wen Xuxu stretched her hand to clutch his wrist and pulled him forcefully. Yan Rusheng was caught off guard and he lost his footing. He fell on the bed and then his breathing became sluggish. Young Master Yan was afraid that he might lose control of himself and do something to Wen Xuxu... the woman he loathed. So he hastily raised his head. But he had barely moved away when Wen Xuxu stretched out her hands and put them around his neck. "Don't leave." We have a Patreon which you can support us at: https://www.patreon.com/elitedotingmarriage We have advanced chapters to offer, as well as goals to increase our weekly release rate!

Wei yang · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
1998 Chs

11 November

Editor: Atlas Studios

Xuxu cast a sideways glance at her. "Such matters can't be rushed."

Zhou Shuang suddenly hugged her and whispered into her ears, "Get Yan Rusheng to work hard tonight."

Xuxu blushed and nudged her with her elbows. "Bad girl."

The next few weekends were neither too idle or busy. Yet this particular weekend was packed with back to back engagements.

Yan Rusheng was sitting in the backseat, he was massaging his swollen temples.

The car stopped as it approached the red light. He glanced at his watch. It was almost 5 p.m.

"Hurry up."

He demanded at his chauffeur in urgency.

When the traffic light turned green, his chauffeur sped off. It was already the almost the evening rush hour, and worse there was a commotion that caused a traffic build-up.

When the car came to a halt again, Yan Rusheng tilted his head—frustrated with what was happening. He was getting more and more impatient as the time ticked on.