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Chapter 3 Xi Mi had booked a budget room on the ground floor. It didn't have air conditioning, so she slumped over the windowsill with her tongue hanging out from the heat. The window wasn't high; sitting inside, her chin rested right on the sill. Across from her were the inn's luxury suites, standalone little villas equivalent to presidential suites in a five-star hotel. Right outside her window was a flagstone path, which guests staying in those villas had to walk down, passing right by her…- 106.4 K • Ongoing
- Chapter 2 Because Xi Mi opposed the marriage, her family immediately cut off her financial support, leaving her unable to move an inch. Culinary Dao's red envelope was a true lifeline, bringing her a glimmer of hope. In her mind, his height instantly shot up from five feet tall to over six feet tall. She was overjoyed beyond words, her fingers trembling over the screen: "Bastard Dao, even though I'm super grateful to you for funding my escape from this marriage, business is business. I'll pay you…
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- Chapter 16 At nine o'clock that evening, they pulled into a highway rest stop to get out and eat. Ying Quhe took only two bites before setting down his chopsticks and retreating to the car. Xi Mi thought he was being remarkably petty. Was a single game really worth sulking over for this long? She muttered the thought aloud. Beside her, his assistant Zhou Ming shoveled down a mouthful of rice and said, "Miss Xi, you wouldn't understand. Our boss has severe OCD. He's a classic Virgo. You're the…
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- Chapter 17 Ying Quhe held the note, looking slightly dazed, clearly not expecting Xi Mi to slip away early. He couldn't help but feel he had been feeding an ungrateful creature all this time. Meanwhile, Xi Mi let out a sudden sneeze. Ji Donglin handed her a tissue and asked, "Is the air conditioning too cold?" "Could we roll down the windows? Natural air might feel better." There was perfume in Ji Donglin's car, and combined with the air conditioning, it felt a bit suffocating since she wasn't…
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- Chapter 19 Ying Quhe flipped the page with one hand, confirmed her signature and date were correct, and tossed the contract onto the back seat. By the time they returned to the residence, Xi Mi had lost even the strength to keep her eyes open. She collapsed onto the bed and plunged straight into dreamland. At five o'clock the next morning, she woke up early to prepare breakfast for Ying Quhe, only to find a note left on the table: "Breakfast is canceled for now. Vegetables are in the kitchen.…
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- Chapter 21 Xi Mi hung the shopping bags on her arm. After getting off the subway, the bag handles had left red marks on her pale, tender skin. Ying Quhe took all the bags from her hands and gestured for her to go first as they passed through security. He looked down at the pile of bags, remembering how the three brothers had gathered before the New Year to dine and go shopping. His elder and younger brothers had brought their wives on a wild shopping spree while he silently tagged along. Today…
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- Chapter 22 The live background music shifted into an oppressive, tense rhythm. The watching contestants grew nervous too, and the audience's hearts were pulled tight with suspense. Ji Donglin was so tense he nearly crushed his nametag. "Is Ying Quhe sick in the head?" In the presence of a Goddess, male icons were nonexistent; at this moment, he was nothing more than Xi Mi's little fanboy. The Old Lady clutched her nervous heart. "How is a young man like that ever going to get a…
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- Chapter 23 After hanging up the phone, Ying Quhe stared at the table full of food. He crushed the flowers in his grip, tossed them into the trash bin, picked up the gift box, and went upstairs. Rose thorns pierced his palm, oozing a trickle of blood. The sharp sting gave him a slight release from the stifling frustration built up in his chest. Ungrateful little wretch. She was worse than a dog raised by his own hand! ... Nan Qing was dead drunk. After clutching the toilet and throwing up…
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