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

"What is all this?" Xia Lihua's voice came out as a croak, her throat dry from sleep.

"Oh, good morning!" The nurse's cheerful tone was almost jarring. "It's time for breakfast. You should eat up; it's all freshly prepared."

Xia Lihua slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed, the soft rustling of the hospital gown against the bed sheets seeming louder in the quiet room. As she sat up straight, she glanced at the spread before her. The sight of the meticulously arranged dishes made her pause.

The tray was laden with an array of dishes: delicate porridge garnished with fresh fruit, a steaming bowl of chicken soup with herbs floating on top, and an assortment of boiled vegetables that looked tender and inviting. The nurse's hands were busy arranging the dishes with meticulous care, placing cut fruits into neat sections.

Xia Lihua's gaze wandered to the Sacred River Restaurant logo discreetly embossed on the packaging of the food containers.

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