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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"Huo Yunting, you don't have to report your affairs to a secretary. Feel free to do as you please!" Lu Zhaoyang bit the words out. Just as she could finally move her legs, Huo Yunting stood in her way like an iron wall.

Ming Yue could not bear to see Huo Yunting having another woman; jealousy had gotten the better of her. It never occurred to her that Lu Zhaoyang could get so far as to become Huo Yunting's secretary. Damn it! Ming Yue cursed. She did not mind rubbing salt into the wound since Lu Zhaoyang had misunderstood the whole episode in the first time.

"Yunting, she is just a secretary. Why do we need to explain to her of what happens between us? All the more so it is something so intimate." Ming Yue turned around and walked toward them around the desk, pretending to be shy as she went. The water dripping down her wet hair soaked her shirt. The wet fabric sticking to her body became so transparent that her skin underneath was clearly discernible.

The Talented, Snubbing Little Demon