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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!

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1998 Chs

Never Seen You So Petty

Editor: Atlas Studios

Someone continued, "It's someone else's wedding. So what if you disagree?"

Yan Rusheng fixated his gaze on the little woman as she maneuvered through the crowd. As he listened to the incessant teasings, he placed one hand on his chest and the other hand was pressed against his forehead, his fingers gently stroking his temples as he broke into a mysterious shallow smile.

Gradually, he no longer paid attention to the conversations of the crowd.

"Xuxu."

Jiang Zhuoheng left the group of Young Masters and found Xuxu eating at a corner. He called out softly while walking towards her. He then conveniently leaned against the sofa that Xuxu was seated at.

He was holding a half-empty wine glass with one hand, and the other hand was casually stuffed into his pocket.

He stood behind Xuxu and looked down at the crown of her head, her forehead, and her pair of thick, curly lashes.