Si Jin

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If she had known he was so noble and domineering, a man not to be trifled with, could she have shoved the nozzle into his mouth?
No.
If she had known he was the rich and powerful Crown Prince, could she have accidentally bitten him?
No.
If she had known he was the "Cold-faced King of Hell" whom everyone respected yet kept at a distance, would she still have checked him for drunk driving?
No.
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Lian Qiao, grayer than Cinderella, could never have imagined she would have any connection with such a man. Yet here she was, kidnapped in broad daylight and humiliated without anyone daring to interfere. Could she refrain from biting him, biting him, and continuing to bite him?
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He, whose family background was illustrious and who was so handsome that it was ridiculous, never got close to women. No woman should even dream of approaching within three feet of him. Yet not only had she come close, she had inserted and even bitten. Could he forgive her, forgive her, and keep forgiving her?
*When equatorial glaciers melt, when they become engrained in flesh and blood...
What would become of him and her?
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[One-liner introduction]: This is the growth story of a sneaky, sarcastic woman with a venomous tongue hiding behind a smile; and the pursuit of a wife by a tyrannical, yet devoted husband as cold and ruthless as the King of Hell himself. P: On the tumultuous path, conflicts arise anew; witness Sijin once again portray boundless love and ultimate indulgence. Invariable principle: A little torment for affection, never too much, one on one to the end!
[Excerpt]:
She had vanished for six years, and to her surprise, as soon as she returned to the country and disembarked the plane, he slapped handcuffs on her.
"Girl, both deserting a spouse and deserting the army cost dearly. Which are you guilty of?" he asked.
"Uncle..." Behind her, a cute and innocent little fairy with eyes brimming with tears asked innocently in a milky voice, "Why are you catching my mommy?"
He was taken aback. Could this be their daughter?
"Little girl, how old are you?" he asked.
"Four years old," the little beauty replied with a sweet smile.
What a joke!
I, the genius little schemer, why should I tell you the truth? What does it matter if you are my daddy? Dare to bully my mommy, and wait to see my seventy-two transformations...
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The runaway wife is back!

He spoke with a tone of indifference and displeasure—how could Lian Qiao not hear it?


She furrowed her delicate brows, and instantly, a layer of gloom colored the space between them. She silently cursed in her heart at how this lord seemed to be displeased with everyone, yet she had no choice but to introduce—


"My friend, an intern reporter at the 'PLA Daily'... Shu Shuang, this is our chief at home, Xing Liehuo... That one, the head of Wei Dui, Wei Liao."


It wasn't that she was vain or disdainful, but Shuang Niuniu was indeed an intern reporter, and with Wei Dui's big boss still there, she couldn't very well say that she used to be the madam of Imperial Palace, could she?


A twitch appeared at the corner of Xing Liehuo's mouth, but he didn't react, while Wei Liao burst into hearty laughter.


This morning at the office, that copy of the "PLA Daily," the tribute report that read like an obituary, was written by her.


Chapter 84 Her Face Turned Red All at Once (4)