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: Mature content R-18+
★★★★★★★
"Then why is Miss Feng here?"
"Since you refused my first offer, I have a new proposition for you?"
Holding his gaze, Feng Tian stood, taking each step slowly towards him before proceeding to lean on the table in front of him.
"I. Want. You. To. Be. My. Man."
★★★★★★★
He was her redemption and she was his vixen, they couldn't be more perfect for each other.
 Five years ago, Chun Huan watched powerlessly as her whole life was being torn apart, she then swore before the heavens to pay back those who took everything from her in two folds. 
Now, reborn as Feng Tian, a name clouded with mystery and great power, she returns to a world where her enemies have forgotten all about their grave and cruel mistake.
Fate, however being fate, has a different plan in place.
In exchange for her new life, not only must she bring retribution upon the evildoers and set everything back in place, she must also protect the man whose act of kindness towards her had cost him dearly.
Determined to make her mission smoother, Feng Tian devise an unconventional plan: to make him her man.
A connection forged in a crucible of revenge and allure, their complex web which had already being intertwined began to grow stronger.
But the path to redemption is never easy and as Feng Tian navigates her new life and her new mission, more dangers continues to loom in the dark and the stakes have never been higher.
★★★★★★
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The Bigshot Vixen Wants Me

Feng Tian's gaze remained fixed on the scar adorning Qi Yan's chest, her eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions as they traced the jagged mark. Slowly, she raised her hand toward the scar, a compelling urge to touch it. Yet, at the last moment, she hesitated and withdrew her hand, swallowing hard.

"Um, this… it's nothing, I was involved in an accident five years ago, but I don't remember much anyway." Qi Yan, who had mistaken the expression on her face for curiosity, said with a weak smile before turning his back to her.

As Qi Yan buttoned his shirt, he couldn't help but gaze at the scar. It was a constant reminder of the enigmatic night he so desperately wanted to remember. The memory was elusive, fragmented, like trying to grasp mist with his bare hands. He yearned to piece it together, to unlock the secrets buried beneath his fractured memory.

Scars with lost memory