Gauze & Snow

There was breaking news in Beijing. “Master Qiao’s wife for twelve years ran away! Without taking her son with her!”
Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said that Master Qiao was two-faced with a cold attitude which led to an unhappy marriage. Others said his wife got together with another man. And a few said, their son was too ugly.
One day, the little boy found Ye Jiaqi and cried,” Qiqi, daddy says I was bought from a pet shop.”
“How can you buy such a gorgeous son from the pet shop,” Ye Jiaqi replied, “You were obviously won… From a lottery.”
…
Twenty years ago, he had spoiled her to the heavens. Twenty years later, he spoiled both of them to the heavens and back.
And from then on, Master Qiao had only one person in his heart.

Fated love: the unwanted bride

Joe's slender arms and soft flesh couldn't withstand Charles's dragging.


Stumbling and staggering, he was dragged away by Charles.


"Brother... can we just talk? We can discuss this, even... ah..."


Before he could finish, Charles dragged him out of the office.


Sylvan Cheney immediately called to Singapore, arranging to continue the search.


Sylvan's temples were pulsating incessantly, feeling as if things were getting out of control.


His brows creased, his eyes darkening considerably.


The gloomy sky outside, the harsh winter winds, caused the window panes to rattle slightly.


A cigarette was burning between Sylvan's fingers, until it was almost completely burnt out, the heat searing his fingers before he woke up from his thoughts.


Extinguishing the cigarette, he rubbed his temple.


"Master." Charles knocked on the office door.


Sylvan looked up, his voice hoarse: "Come in."


Charles spread a piece of paper on the table.


Chapter 390: The Uncontrolled Sylvan Cheney