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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Not in the mood to smoke, Huo Yunting threw the cigarettes on the desk and sat quietly on the couch. Nearly half an hour later, he took out his cell phone to call Huo Li.

Huo Yunting plucked a few hairs from his head and passed to Huo Li. "Go and do a paternity test."

"But Boss, I have left behind the little guy's hair in the city." Huo Li carefully took the hair in his hand, and scratched his head with embarrassment. He did not expect Brother Ting to make up his mind so quickly.

Huo Yunting could not wait. He glanced at him and said, "Go back and do it immediately."

"Alright, I will go back to the city right away!" Huo Li rushed out with Huo Yunting's hair in his hand, leaving Huo Yunting alone in the room. He started to puff on the cigarette.

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