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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

Couldn't Find the Chocolates

Editor: Atlas Studios

"Ah… my arm is broken." The man didn't dare to act rashly and turned to look at Yan Rusheng— it frightened him. His face turned pale in pain.

The chopper fell off from his hand.

And he was no longer as fierce and imposing as when he first came. He cried and begged Yan Rusheng to let him off. "Handsome man! I beg you to release your grip. My arm is broken."

Yan Rusheng looked down at him and gave him one more loathe-driven kick before releasing his grip, making the man drop to the floor in pain.

Before the man could turn over, he lifted a foot and stepped on his back. He stared at him with malice burning in his eyes—he looked as arrogant as ever.

"Who's the one who's tired of living? Huh?"

His tone was faint, and yet it brought a piercing chill. This left the man terrified to his wits. He kowtowed in response, "It's me, it's me."

'Dong, Dong,' could be heard as the man's forehead touched the ground.