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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
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1998 Chs

Su Xiaojiao Went Missing? (Part Four)

Editor: Atlas Studios

He nodded. "Mm. It's fine, I'm here."

He whispered by her ear, his low and hoarse voice was surprisingly gentle.

Xuxu retracted her neck to look at Hu Xiaoxiao, and then she lifted her glass. "Let me offer you a toast."

Hu Xiaoxiao smiled and graciously said, "I wish you and Yan Rusheng a lifetime of bliss together."

"Thank you." Xuxu nodded with a smile, tilting her head upwards and finishing half of the glass of wine.

She had been trying to improve her alcohol tolerance for the past few years. Every time she accompanied him to business engagements, he would often have to drink, and her heart ached to see him drink glass after glass. She wished she could drink one or two glasses on his behalf.

Even if it were only a glass, she would be content.

But she failed time after time.

Perhaps it was psychological, but once she finished half a glass, she would feel her throat burning.