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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"Alright, alright. There's no important agenda today, so get some rest!"

Huo Li noticed how tired he looked, and for the first time ever did not blabber on. He left straight after that.

Huo Yunting quietly watched him leave, and then continued to rest.

The moment he closed his eyes, the image of Lu Zhaoyang and Huo Chen embracing each other came to him.

Suddenly, his fingers clenched tightly into fists. His knuckles turned white.

No matter where she was, Lu Zhaoyang was his wife.

That was her role, for now and forever!

An autumn breeze rippled the lake's surface. Withered leaves landed gracefully on the sparkling water surface.

Lu Zhaoyang sat on a long bench by the lake, absorbing the view of the lake. The wind ruffled her hair to her disregard.

Her entire being exuded the feeling of hopelessness.

There’s Still Me