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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She refilled his glass again and again. They drank until half the wine cabinet was empty.

Ming Yue noticed how he was only thinking about drinking and had prepared her drug beforehand. She slipped some into the bottle while he was not looking and topped up his glass again.

Then, she watched intently as Huo Yunting downed the entire glass.

She was overjoyed inside. Slowly, she began to close the gap between them where they sat.

She knew that she looked a bit like Lu Zhaoyang. The influence of the drug and the fact that she was the only woman in the room practically guaranteed that there would be an "accident".

Gradually, Huo Yunting felt an inextinguishable desire burning inside him and spreading to his limbs. It was like his entire body was on fire.

A sultry voice spoke in his ear, "You're drunk…"

He watched as a red liquid filled up in his transparent wine glass in slow motion.

Yunting, I Love You…