Taoist6GPenguin

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST]

“Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared.
"I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!”  

As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! 

How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? 

What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? 

Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! 

EXCERPT:

“Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. 

“Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. 

“Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims.  
 
“You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” 

“How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” 

“You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?”

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This is an original work - do not steal! 
Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

Nan Yao let out a blood-curdling scream of pain, but Tai Cheng was more worried about the blood splatter that formed on his T-shirt.

He sighed; now his wife was going to scold him for dirtying his clothes unnecessarily. Now she would have to waste baking soda and lemon juice on him!

"Shush you," he scolded Nan Yao, patting his head while he convulsed on the floor. "If you want the pain to stop, you should be an obedient child and let me know why you're here. This restaurant is my life's work, what have I done to deserve such treatment? Please enlighten an old uncle first!"

Unfortunately, Nan Yao was in no condition to respond in human language. All Tai Cheng could hear were the wordless whimpers of pain, so he turned to Feng Yi, who was at least still conscious enough.

Actual Torture