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!

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EndlessFantasy Translation 

WARNING! Tsundere President

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Lu Zhaoyang had prepared millet gruel with pumpkin and jujube. She heard footsteps behind her and spoke without looking back, "It's your turn to try my cooking."

Huo Chen slowly walked towards her and noticed the dark circles around her eyes.

"I need time to get used to the new place. I couldn't sleep well, so I woke up earlier." She forced a smile on her face and replied with affected ease.

The golden millet sprinkled with red jujube was served in two bowls. They smelled wonderful.

She took the bowls to the dining table and said, "Please forgive me if it doesn't taste nice."

Huo Chen followed suit, bringing an egg dish with him. "You're doing fine. This is a typical breakfast in Z Country."

Huo Chen seemed to be focused on his breakfast, but he was constantly casting quick glances at her face.

What was he to do if her inability to sleep well persisted?

Simple Happiness