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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While under Mo Shan's strict and brutal guidance, Mo Ning had grown up mature beyond her age, with a eternally calm demeanor. However, in the end, she was still a young girl two days short of legal age.

And even as mature as she was, she still craved motherly love like any other normal person.

Mo Shan simply looked on as she returned to her bedroom. As the door closed, the kindness on her face gave way to menace.

"Huo Yunting, Lu Zhaoyang, both of you never thought of this right."

I have raised your daughter. And no thanks to Mo Ning's existence, else how would she survive these long and arduous 18 years?

Every time she was angry, Mo Ning would be the perfect avenue for her to vent.

After pulling that mutt through the mill for eighteen years and raising her to the type she needed. Cold, heartless, and only takes orders from her. A living weapon.

925. I Have Raised Your Daughter