Painterly

[Top-tier mutual teasing + extreme tug-of-war + trash-talking + 1v1]
Wen Zhi had lived in the shadow of being bullied by her entire family since she was young until she was discarded by the He Family as a pawn.
After returning to the country, the first thing she did was to give the He Family a big present.
At the banquet, as soon as Wen Zhi was done with her mischief, she wanted to flee.
Just as she reached the corner, a man stopped her.
“Little Zhi, haven't seen you for five years, where are you running to?”
Looking at the big demon lord who'd tormented her since her childhood, with such a righteous human-dog appearance, Wen Zhi swallowed her saliva.
In her ears, she could almost hear He Hanjin saying that same line to her countless times:
“Little Zhi, you need to be good. If you dare to run, I'll break your legs.”
So in the past, she was constantly playing the good girl, and Hanjin seemed very satisfied with her obedience.
But now that she had finally broken free from his control, she didn't know how he'd torment her if he caught her again.
How could she not run?!

Let Her Flirt

The voice was a little too loud, so Wang Wan moved the phone further away.


He knew Bai Yuewan was about to explode with anger, but he had already prepared himself to soothe her afterwards, just not now.


"The Internet is already in an uproar now, Yuewan, I advise you to publicly announce our relationship as soon as possible to mitigate the damages."


"I'm offering you advice, you should accept my good intentions, after all, in this lifetime, I have chosen you as my woman."


When Bai Yuewan heard these detestable words, she wished she could tear this man apart on the spot.


She hung up the phone without intending to heed Wang Wan's suggestion.


If she really did as he said, what difference would it make from walking into his trap?


After much thought, Bai Yuewan still thought of He Hanjin.


Bai Yuewan wouldn't let go of any glimmer of hope and drove to the He Family's company.


385 Chapter It's All Your Fault