Su Zihuan

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[First Comes Marriage, Then Comes Love/Marriage Life/Flash Marriage/1V1, The Limitlessly Doting Older Man VS The Sprightly Young Wife]
At nineteen years old, Ran Yu dressed as a man to attend a wealthy family's "bride selection banquet," only to become the unwitting prey of a certain man.
After eating his fill, he, with slender fingers holding a cigarette, was swallowing and puffing smoke, displaying an elegant and noble air, the very image of a proud scion from a wealthy family.
Only she knew how wicked he was behind closed doors!
Sharp-tongued, scheming, narcissistic, proud but shy… Plus an overpowering possessiveness towards her, that was her flash-marriage husband, Lu Ziheng.
[Doting on the Wife]
Lu's father: Ziheng, your wife has smashed another of dad's collected vases.
Lu Ziheng: If Grandpa hasn't said anything, what’s the rush?
Lu's mother: Ziheng, can you control your wife? The headteacher called, she's been racing at school again…
Lu Ziheng: I can't manage school matters.
Lu Nancheng: Third, your wife…
Lu Ziheng: Okay, it's all my doing! What now?
Lu Nancheng: …I just wanted to say, your wife was helping to cut fruit in the kitchen, and she cut her finger without realizing it…
Before he could finish speaking, the man rushed to the kitchen…
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The completed series "Mr. Han's Warm Marriage Diary," "President Jing Wants to Remarry Every Day"
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My Surprise Wife

The next day, after breakfast, the two set off.


Lu Ziheng, always dressed in his usual white shirt and black trousers, donned those half-framed glasses again to appear more refined.


He doesn't even have nearsightedness, yet wears glasses to feign sophistication, what a poseur!


Ran Yu turned around and felt like her scalp was about to explode, she asked impatiently, "Aren't we just going to eat?"


Why on earth do I need to carry a backpack!


"Just take it," Lu Ziheng's voice dropped a few notches.


Ran Yu pursed her lips in displeasure but resigned herself to shouldering the backpack.


Damn, it's so heavy, what the hell did he pack in this thing?


Lu Ziheng looked her up and down, satisfied, then took her small hand, "Let's go."


Ran Yu tried to pull her hand away disdainfully, "Didn't you say I am your sister? Brother, it's not quite right for us to hold hands like this, is it?"


Can I have a sister as silly as you?