Shopkeeper Fang

She was the little chief secretary at Huo Yunting’s office, who carried out jobs both on the table and "under" the table. 
She was also his obedient wife at night, fulfilling his needs.
It was a repentance, a redemption to her sin, Lu Zhaoyang was swallowing all these humiliations as heaven forbade, her mother was the other woman in this ugly affair with the wealthy Huo family, and eventually shattered the entire family, droving Huo’s mother insane.
It was probably the fairest, also the most horrible bargain of Lu’s life as Huo Yunting raided their house one day.
“You would compensate with your body. On daily basis.” The offer was made and she could not say no. 
“If you think you aren’t having enough fun… Well, perhaps we could play the divorce game, then we could have another marriage, making the same vow with you always as my bride. I can do this, again and again. Again, and again. Isn’t that sweet, honey?”
 
Was it heart-moving, or simply tear-moving?
ISN’T IT OBVIOUS?
Huo Yunting, he’s a devil, both body and soul a devil!
Join the Fifty Thunders of Huo Yunting! 
As you see dominance occurs in the classic office romance taken place in modern world with a hint of quirky comedy and heart-wrenching episodes!

Sporesan

EndlessFantasy Translation 

WARNING! Tsundere President

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Golden City was the most well-known place for entertainment. It had the best "waitresses" in the area.

Inside a spacious lounge, the other men were flirting with beauties in their embrace. In the midst of flirtatious exchanges, Huo Yunting was there—alone, on the crimson sofa, with a glass of wine dancing in his grip as he occasionally sipped.

The colorful disco lights shone upon his stony expression. He seemed as if he never belonged here.

Huo Yunting: the handsome, the great, the playboy, the beast in bed, the prince in bar, was seemingly not himself tonight. He looked moody— extremely moody.

Huo Yunting's homie, Mu Xuan, shot a glance at Huo Li who was going to take his seat after a brief karaoke session. He had no balls to ask the beast anything. Huo Li noticed the glance and signaled him with a raise of his glass in acknowledgement. There was a smile that literally said, "I ain't stupid. If you want to die, go do it yourself, dumbass."

Huo Yunting then drank the entire glass of wine in one go. A sexily-dressed girl came to fill up his glass right away, as efficient as the hostess she was. Huo's soulless eyes gazed at the pale scarlet liquid in the glass, as the sound of it streaming somehow rang like that chatterbox he married.

Despite the annoyance, that chatterbox had yet transformed into the woman he knew who always liked to act tough despite the humiliation she got, pulling off that I-am-very-fine, irritating gesture of hers.

His cheeks were twitching in fury, as he lifted the glass to his lips.

The hostess whispered in his ear as she collapsed into his embrace, with that giant pair of maternal cushions going to rest and an excitement in her eyes upon him.

"F*ck off." He pushed her away and got up from the sofa, leaving the glass on the table.

"Aw… Master Huo…" She collapsed onto the sofa, like a maiden on her first night, as she reached her hand out. "Would you be that gentleman and give poor little me a hand?"

And Huo walked away with a flip of his coat.

He got into his Royce, turned on the engine and stomped upon the pedal as the Royce zoomed into the busy road.

He made his way back to Thunderbolt Corp., where only a single window was brightly lit by then.

He peeked at the clock in his car.

"I knew it…" He whispered, "I knew she would be still working."

His car parked, Huo Yunting went straight to Lu's office, with loud clatters coming from his leather shoes.

The door to the secretary's office was wide open.

His footsteps were loud at first. When he saw that familiar silhouette, those footsteps softened.

Master Huo, Allow Me