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!

Upon hearing this, Ai Qing's eyes, seemingly inlaid with stardust, suddenly became radiant. With a voice as deep as the cello's tune, full of vicissitude yet exceedingly pleasing to the ear, he asked her.


"Oh, let's hear it then, what kind of relationship do we have?"


In his eyes, there was half jest, half earnestness.


Grinning mischievously at him and rubbing her own forehead, Lian Qiao stared with teasing eyes, "Damn! You, a man in your thirties, still have the brain of a blockhead? What relationship, you tell me? Friends, of course!"


For the people of Beijing, the words 'damn' and 'dude' most of the time aren't actually insults. More often than not, they can be understood as a kind of modal particle used among friends to indicate a close relationship—just as the word 'fuck' doesn't usually mean to curse at someone; it often serves as a fitting expression of the speaker's emotions.


Chapter 569: The Twelve-Word Truth of a Happy Marriage (3)