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How I Fell for My Hidden Marriage Hubby

She conspires and provokes the most powerful young master in Beijing! They sign a contract and with his every call, she has to go anywhere and do anything his bidding. When their contract ends, she smirks and said, “I’ll take the money and you can leave. We don’t owe each other anything.” He is Young Master Ya who rules Beijing. He controls the business empire during the day, and he is the strongest king at night. He is cold and women are merely playthings to him. With his power, the women he has eyes on have never been willing to leave him, yet she is an exception. She loves money, like all the previous women, but she is never shy of showing her greed. And he never realizes that he will ever grow a heart for such a promiscuous and cheap woman… He points a gun straight at her heart. “Die with me, or accept my love—which one do you choose?” She pouts and turns around, before she pushes an adorable child into his arms. “Here, there’s your answer.”

Early October · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
3483 Chs

you old thing that won't die

at two o 'clock in the afternoon, it was time for

Before leaving, Rong Yan instructed the bodyguards at home to guard the bedroom and make all the necessary arrangements before she took a car to the nearest large supermarket.

Rong Yan had carefully selected a lot of ingredients in the supermarket. When she came to settle the bill, she could no longer carry them and had to ask the driver to come over and help.

The driver was an honest middle-aged man. He took everything from Rong Yan's hands and said, " "Miss Rong, I'll carry these, I'll carry these, Zhenzhen. This bag of eggs is easy to break, you just have to carry one.

Alright."

"Thank you, Yingluo."

"You're too kind."

Just as she was about to walk out of the supermarket, the phone in Rong Yan's bag suddenly rang. She thought it was Liancheng Yazhi and quickly took it out, but she was stunned to see that it was an unknown number.

Rong Yan felt a sense of resistance from the bottom of her heart towards an unfamiliar number.