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Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue is in dire straits— Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband. This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings. Sugary Scene Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?" Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now." Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.” Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.

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Being so mysterious

Rong Wen Mao's movements paused, a dark light flashing in his eyes.

Leng Xianghui just stared at him without blinking.

Rong Wen Mao's throat rolled as he said,"Alright," he said.

The word 'okay' made Leng Xianghui happy all of a sudden. Her face revealed a bright smile.

Leng Xianghui was happy and also started to excitedly put meat and vegetables on Rong Wenmao's plate."Quickly eat, eat more."

Leng Xianghui now had a feeling of wanting to be good to Rong Wenmao. She felt that this was her boyfriend and it was natural for her to be good to him.

Rong Wenmao looked at Leng Xianghui like this and many complicated emotions surged in his heart. He really wanted to hold her in his arms and take good care of her.

However, he also knew that he had to take it slowly. After all, Leng Xianghui did not have any memories of the past.

But he did. He seemed to have had it since a long time ago, and he had been looking for it.