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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

The season of falling snow (26)

Hearing Xie Yan 'er's words, xiajun Zihao's eyes were a little secretive. He held Xie Yan' er's hand and said,""Yan 'er, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"But brother Hao," Xie Yan 'er said, her eyes red."You're already like this. How can I not worry about you?"

Xiajun Zihao suppressed his emotions and said gently,""Be good and listen to me. Don't worry, I'll be fine after a good sleep."

Xie Yan 'er's heart trembled when she heard such a gentle voice.

She looked deeply at xiajun Zihao and pursed her thin lips. A helpless emotion surged in her heart. She didn't know what to do to make xiajun Zihao look better.

"Yan 'er, go get me a glass of water!" Xiajun Zihao said softly.

"Oh, Okay, okay ..."

Xie Yan 'er was panicking at this time. Hearing xiajun Zihao's words, she hurriedly ran out to get some water.

Xiajun Zihao leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes deep and mysterious.

He was well aware of his body's condition. It was not an illness, but ...