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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People were expecting all kinds of things but it turned out to be a mere album containing Qiu Ran's photos back when she was alive.

Everything was seen so clearly on the screen, including Huo Zhenning's pale expression with a hidden sorrow in his eyes. "Qiu Ran…" He mumbled as he flipped through the pages. There were photos taken during their first anniversary, their first date, their marriage and their honeymoon. Then there were both of them holding Huo Yunting when he was born, going to school and graduation.

Right when everyone was expecting this to be a nostalgic album, the last photo was mind-blowing.

It was—a photo of Qiu Ran—at the mortuary.

She was on the tray. Her sunken face was colorless. Her lips were grey as her hair. Nothing of her former grace retained. If it was not the photos before, the guests would never associate such a feeble woman as a madame from a wealthy, well-known family of the capital.

Huo Yunting’s Revenge V