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Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST] “Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared. "I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!” As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! EXCERPT: “Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. “Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. “Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims. “You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” “How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” “You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?” = This is an original work - do not steal! Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

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Let Him Stay!

They quickly arrived home, and from the shoes at the front door, Xue Ning's parents had also arrived back home. Jingwei wanted to linger hesitantly at the doorway to buy time to think of a way to apologise, but Xue Ning pulled him inside.

Her father was sitting on the couch with the TV on, but his eyes were dazed, and he didn't look like he was paying attention to the melodrama playing on the TV at all.

"Hi Dad, what are you watching?" Xue Ning said, and Li Tai Cheng startled, as though not expecting people to return. 

"Oh you're back!" Tai Cheng said, and then his eyes caught Jingwei's and an indescribable look crossed his face. Jingwei bowed low again. 

"Hi Uncle," he began hesitantly, wondering how he should apologise. How could he say 'sorry that my food made you cry, even though I had no idea how this could have happened?'