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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Was it because it was her birthday today that he only treated her this good?

"I can help myself. You should eat. Otherwise, I am going to finish everything."

"I am glad you still care." Huo Yunting said with a smile and then shoved another peeled shrimp in her small bowl.

"Yeah, right. I do care. So please eat!"

Huo Yunting began to eat while he continued to peel shrimps for her. He savored this moment, especially when she enjoyed the shrimps.

But it must be an illusion. Hmm, it must be.

Sure enough, just like she expected it.

"Sleeping right after a meal will cause indigestion. I need to sit for a while." Lu Zhaoyang got to her feet listlessly and pretentiously. She walked out to the living room and sat on the sofa.

Huo Yunting knew what was in her mind. He was not in a hurry. So, he sat next to her.

258, Feel Like Throwing Up