Dixerqua

Xia Lihua was born with a beautiful voice. A voice as sweet as hers was hard to find. She used to be her cousin sister's shadow singer.

Her family exiled her to the United States when she was set up by her cousin sister and stepsister. She returned to her own country after completing high school in America only to discover her father had given orders for some guys to murder her. After narrowly escaping death, she was saved by a friend who rushed her to the hospital and with the help of a genius hacker she was able to eventually escape from the country, hiding in Milan for two years. Except for her grandfather who doted on her, the rest of the Xia family assumed that she was dead. After three years, she returned, stronger than ever, to face-slap the scumbags and exact retribution. She is now the nation's sister- a top idol and a movie queen. She is also known as the Ice Empress in business world!

People called her the Nightingale because of her melodic voice, little did she know that she will be become the night songstress of the man whom she hated the most. 

She didn't know that she was the reason why the demon king couldn't sleep at night. All he could think about from morning till dusk was her. He could wreck devastation on earth for her, and this time he would do anything to keep her.

The devil bigshot has made up his mind and is chasing her!

Netizens: Is Emperor Yang pursuing you, sister Hua?

Xia Lihua: No! He is just my ex-fiancé and a die-hard fan.

Emperor Yang: What ex-fiancé? Bullshit! Tell them that you are my wife, little bird.

Author note: The author is not Chinese and this is her own story. THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION.
[ Update: Cover art by- @dixerqua ;) (DO NOT STEAL!!!) ]

Darling CEO I'll marry you: His wife is a nightingale

Ling Feiyi's gloved hands gripped the sleek steering wheel. The engine's low hum echoed in the air.

"It's about to start..." Liang Sichen murmured. Would he be safe? Would he be safe? This was his first time inside a racing car, and the speed of these cars was daunting. He could only pray he wouldn't feel sick during the race.

Ling Feiyi slid her fingers across the array of buttons on the dashboard, activating the car's complex modifications. The dashboard lit up, displaying a combination of vibrant colors.

Ling Feiyi glanced at the rearview mirror, her eyes hidden behind the tinted visor of her helmet and forcefully pressed the clutch pedal with her left foot.

The car's exhaust emitted a low growl. Ling Feiyi smoothly changed gears, and the transmission responding to her touch. The revs climbed, and with a final push on the accelerator, the car surged forward, leaving a trail of dust behind.

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