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 could not get the phrase 'it is negative' off his mind. All his hope for fluke and his actions had turned into a slap in the face. He got changed but could not get over the disappointment. Walking past Lu Zhaoyang's room, he just took a quick glance and hurriedly left.

On the way back to the city, he felt inexplicably drained. Earlier, when Xue Yuming firmly told him that Huo Xu was his son, he felt the blood connection between them. But reality had thrown him into the brutal cold of dismay.

It was late at night when Huo Yunting arrived at the city. The summer air still felt a little cold at night. In the car, Huo Li could feel sorrow from his silence. Brother Ting must be extremely depressed when he decided to come back at midnight.

"Brother Ting, shall we go to Golden Capital?" Booze might make him feel better, perhaps.

Sitting at the rear seat, Huo Yunting said nothing but just uttered a short 'Mhm.'

Drowning His Sorrows