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

It was beautifully prepared; in a shallow white plate, there sat two "heart"-shaped desserts, in a tender strawberry color.


After taking just a small bite, Ran Yu immediately closed her eyes with pleasure, savoring the taste for a while. She was about to take a second bite when a melodious and romantic violin tune started to play by her ear.


In front of her, Lu Ziheng had put down his knife and fork at some point, his elegant hands now came together to rest on his chin, his beautiful thin lips curving slightly, his deep eyes gazing at her with a hint of a smile.


Subconsciously, Ran Yu leaned out to look.


Down the corridor, a man dressed in a tailcoat, blond and blue-eyed, was walking towards them, a violin resting on his left shoulder, his right hand drawing the bow, smiling at her all the while.


And the restaurant, which had been buzzing with quiet conversation, had now fallen completely silent, all eyes gathered on their table.


Happy 1st wedding anniversary [requesting votes]_2