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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

I’ll Take Them Down One by One (Part Four)

Editor: Atlas Studios

He strolled towards Yan Rusheng.

With one hand resting on Su Yue's luggage handle and his legs crossed, Yan Rusheng lazily stood and arrogantly eyed Zhao Zheng as the latter walked over.

His arrogant gaze held a hint of contempt.

"Yan Rusheng," Zhao Zheng greeted as he stood in front of Yan Rusheng. His hands were in his suit pockets and he had slightly tilted his chin up.

But Yan Rusheng still towered over him, and coupled with his distinguished air, it had overshadowed Zhao Zheng in an instant.

"Professor Zhao," Yan Rusheng acknowledged with a forced smile.

Hatred flitted across Zhao Zheng's eyes. Yan Rusheng had swallowed up over 120 thousand dollars from his bank account during that one meal—it was obvious that he had tricked him on purpose.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got and the hatred in his eyes became more prominent.

Yan Rusheng's mocking smile had fueled his anger even more.