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One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan. As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing. On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his... Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

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Other than trying to guess your mind, what else can I do?

Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios

"I'm asking a question; can you answer me? I wanna know because I feel very uneasy. I have a feeling that your niece means more to you than I do! Because of her, you've broken your promises time and again! You let her hurt me with your overindulgence! What's the reason for you to be so protective of her? If this were anybody else, you would ruthlessly get rid of the person, but you're lenient with her despite her persistent misdeeds toward me! Is she so important that you can neglect my feelings?!"

Her tone was calm but the agitation in her words caused him to knit his brows in frustration.

Clasping her cheeks with his hands, he planted a fierce kiss on her lips in hopes of cooling her down.

With his lips plastered next to hers, he asked dully, "Must you always make wild conjectures about me?"

The woman did not say a word. Instead, a teardrop rolled down from her eye which fell on his arm.