Ye Fei Ye

Original name: Prince Charming's Next Door, finished. 
One day, she slept with him accidentally. Two month later, she found herself pregnant, so they got married with baby.
“Mr. Gu, I like the dishes of this restaurant.” Then the chef of that restaurant was hired as theirs. 
“Mr. Gu, I like the bags of that brand.” Then the designer of that brand was employed exclusively for her. 
She thought of herself as a stranger to him after marriage as she had always been, but in fact he doted on her totally beyond her imagination. He would satisfy all her demands, except letting her find a job. 
She kind of got anxiously bored at home, so she sneaked out to find herself a job. However, whichever company she was hired by would go bankrupt somehow or other. 
Finally, she got to know it had been always him who had done mischief surreptitiously. She went to question him angrily, but he gave her a job with a smirky smile. The next day when she went to take the office with delight, she found her employee ID card on the desk said ‘Name: Qin Zhi’ai, Position: Wife of Gu Yusheng’.

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Back Then, I Adored You

There was no change in Gu Yusheng's facial expression until this point. He left the cell phone on the empty seat next to him and slowly got to his feet. He looked at the wine bottles that took up half of the table. He picked the two most expensive ones and opened them. He grabbed a humongous glass and poured two bottles of wine into it. He held that huge glass of wine in front of Jiang Qianqian and asked her calmly, "Aren't you thirsty after talking so much?" The question was unrelated what she was talking about.

Jiang Qianqian didn't think Gu Yusheng would respond like this. She was so shocked that she suddenly stopped in the middle of what she had been excitedly talking about.

Seeing a wine glass as wide as her calf, she was scared and swallowed.

I would pass out if I drank such a large glass of wine, she thought to herself.

Jiang Qianqian waved her hands and smiled. "Bro Sheng, I don't drink—"

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