Sweets Flood

# STUBBORN
Ming Yao suffered from severe insomnia. In her last life, she had even died because of it. Coming back to life once more, she woke up to a moody tyrant husband by her side. The man threw divorce papers at her. “Sign it! We’re getting a divorce!”Ming Yao signed the agreement without a word. However, she regretted it in less than a night. She realized that she still suffered from severe insomnia in this life. No medicine could cure her, and the only thing that made her fall asleep was her husband’s clear, crisp breathing. Everyone said that Madam Gu loved Fourth Master Gu. Even though she was abused all day long, she still treated him like her first love. Until one day, Ming Yao finally developed a drug for her insomnia. At the banquet, she held a superstar’s arm with a bright smile, then threw divorce papers at Gu Siye.“Mr. Gu, the papers have been signed. From now on, we’ll have nothing to do with each other!” Fourth Master Gu tore up the papers on the spot. He shoved her into a corner, his eyes sharp. “It’s fine if you want to leave, but return what you stole first!” “What did I steal?” “My heart!”Everyone ridiculed Ming Yao for being ignorant, incompetent, and frivolous. They waited for Fourth Master Gu to kick her out. Some media outlets boldly revealed that Ming Yao was dating the number one hacker in the world. The number one hacker: “Who spread such rumors? That’s my master!” Not long after, the media revealed that Ming Yao entered and left the same hotel as a luxury designer. The number one designer: “She’s my boss.” Seeing the woman dating different men every day, Fourth Master Gu was furious. He bit the woman’s lips and declared to the whole world, “Mrs. Gu belongs to me! Who dares to spread baseless scandals again?!”


Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon's Reluctant Love

Gu Siting had a dream, a preposterous and unreal dream.


The woman in his arms was unreasonably soft, her thousands of long hairs strewn across the pillow; her little face flushed with a rosy tide, strikingly beautiful and bewitching, like a seductive demon.


Her hands clasped around his neck, her beautiful eyes misted with water, her voice soft and coquettish, "Husband, would you be willing to be my antidote?"


Her eyes, pure and innocent like a deer's, at that moment seemed to hold only his existence.


The large palm on her waist tightened, and it felt as if a tiny insect was gnawing at his heart.


She took the initiative to tilt her little face upward, kissing his chin, then moved to his thin lips.


His mind grew increasingly muddled and heavy, unable to distinguish between dream and reality. Was this a dream or was it real?


The moment she kissed his thin lips, he bit her in return and growled lowly, "Don't you fucking regret it!"


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