Sweets Flood

Little did she know that she had messed with the most powerful and noble person in An Town. He was said to be mysterious, wealthy, cold-blooded and ruthless. In fact, there was nothing he could not do. Since he met her, he was addicted to her and had been haunting her ever since. 
Finally, one day, she could not stand it, “Mr. Mo! I want to break up with you!”
The man gave the door a kick and it flew open, “Come with me before we break up.”
“Where?” 
“The Bureau of Civil Affairs.”
What? Was she upgraded from the girlfriend of Mr. Mo to Mrs. Mo?


Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan ran toward the door of the washroom and heard the sound of water pattering. She rubbed her twitching temples. That scene was familiar to her for inexplicable reasons.

It was as if she had witnessed this scene somewhere before.

She shook her head and turned away angrily.

She entered the bedroom and took out a set of shirt and suit pants that she had just bought from the mall not long ago. She was supposed to give it to Fu Sichen but she did not get the chance to do so.

Fu Sichen was shorter than him by one or two centimeters but their physiques were almost the same. They should fit him.

Tang Xinyan walked toward the washroom while holding the set of clothes. She knocked on the door and spoke with a long face, "The clothes you wanted."

The corners of her mouth twitched. "Mister, I think I need to remind you that we don't know each other that well!"

By the time she was done talking, the washroom door was opened from the inside.

The man was wrapped in a towel and he was standing at the entrance with a moody face.

"Do you have a clean towel?" His gruff voice sounded again.

Tang Xinyan lifted her head and gave him an annoyed look. "You already get to wear a set of clean clothes, can you go back now?"

Tang Xinyan looked at his face that seemed to be giving her warning about arguing with him. She clenched her small hands into fists and stared at him with a tensed face for a few seconds.

In the end, she lost to his overbearing aura.

She took a clean towel from her bedroom. She only opened her mouth again after he had dried his hair. "Mister…"

He cut her off with his gruff voice again. "Fourth Brother, or Chiwei."

Tang Xinyan was caught off guard. "What?"

"My surname is Mo, and my name is Chiwei. You can call me Fourth Brother or Chiwei." He pursed his lips slightly and looked at her with his dark eyes. "My name is not Mister."

Tang Xinyan's lips twitched. "What should I call you if you're not Mister? Ma'am?" She saw his facial expression change immediately. She rubbed her nose in response. "I'm not that close to you, why should I call you Fourth brother or Chiwei?"

Mo Chiwei squinted his dark and dangerous eyes, "Not close? So, in your dictionary, what does close mean?"

What Do You Consider as Close, Huh?