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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.

Phoenix's Sweet · 现代言情
分數不夠
7635 Chs

Deep love along the way (47)

Han yichu hoped that it was qingwu's number, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

He tightened his grip on his phone.

Han yichu was nervous. He closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and dialed the number.

Han yichu's heart almost stopped breathing.

He waited nervously for the other side to pick up the phone.

He told himself that it had to be qingwu. It had to be qingwu.

Han yichu's forehead was sweating.

It was clearly winter, but his forehead was covered in sweat because he was too concerned and too nervous.

He was also afraid that it might not be qingwu's number.

He knew that qingwu would not call him if she did not let him find her.

However, he still wanted to try. He still wanted to have some thoughts in his heart, otherwise, he would go crazy.

"Hello, yichu."

Han yichu knew who it was when he heard the voice. It was not qingwu. His heart sank, and his face turned pale.

He even wanted to hang up immediately.