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Bian Yiqiu was actually quite idle, and most of the time, he could sleep in until he woke up naturally. Perhaps because he had endured tough times in his youth, once he gained wealth and power, he lived his life freely and without constraints. He had entered the CEO’s office so few times that he could count them on one hand. After each meeting, he would rush out as if his butt were on fire, never staying longer than necessary. Of course, him not going to the office didn’t mean he wasn’t managing…- 208.3 K • Completed
- Bian Yiqiu said he’d come over immediately, but he nearly fell asleep again right after hanging up. If it weren’t for his stomach grumbling from a day without food, he might’ve ended up ghosting his men entirely. Zuo Cheng was picking up the mess of scattered clothes downstairs, like a nanny tidying up. When he heard the landline ring, he quickly walked over to answer it, only to notice that his own number was displayed on the caller ID. Bian Yiqiu stood in front of the washbasin, holding his…
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- They went at it once on the carpet, once on the sofa, once in the bathroom, and then continued on the bed. Ke Mingxuan was like an insatiable beast, seizing every opportunity to push Bian Yiqiu to his limits. Eventually, Bian Yiqiu couldn’t take it anymore and had to beg for mercy. But Ke Mingxuan, driven by a peculiar sense of mischief, insisted on asking at the heated moment if it felt good, how good it was, and who was making him feel so good. Bian Yiqiu, at his wits’ end, considered…
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- “9 p.m., same place.” When Bian Yiqiu received this text, he was in a meeting at the company’s headquarters on the 68th floor of the Ruìdé Center. Since he had set his phone to silent mode before the meeting began, the message arrived without a sound. But the moment the screen lit up, he couldn’t help but shift his focus away from the monthly financial report analysis he was supposed to be looking at. The sender was Ke Mingxuan. The message was concise and direct. Four words, no extra…
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One dish after another was brought to the table. Wen Zhongyi nodded politely to the waiter in thanks. Meng Chuan glanced at the spread and smirked. “You like chestnut pastries?” Wen Zhongyi had only ordered one serving of everything else, but two of the chestnut pastries. He nodded slightly and reached out to take a piece. “The ones here are pretty famous, though they’re a bit sweet.” Meng Chuan watched him take a small bite and asked, “Good?” Wen Zhongyi chewed slowly. His…- 144.9 K • Completed
- That evening, Yang Jiaran had no classes and nothing else going on, so he stayed at the motel to chat with Wen Zhongyi for a while. “Are you married?” Yang Jiaran finally asked the question he’d been curious about, glancing at the ring on Wen Zhongyi’s finger. Wen Zhongyi sat leaning against a pillow. He looked silently at the ring and said, “Yes.” Yang Jiaran blinked, intrigued. “So where’s your spouse? Why aren’t they getting in touch with you?” Wen Zhongyi lowered his…
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- A few days ago, Wen Zhongyi picked up a part-time job at a bookstore. The owner was kind and, after hearing about his situation, paid him half a month’s wages in advance. Wen Zhongyi first paid Yang Jiaran back, then went to the second-hand market and bought a cheap phone. Yang Jiaran gave him an extra SIM card he wasn’t using. The phone was old and kept blacking out, but at least it still worked. Wen Zhongyi only downloaded a few basic apps, and his contacts list had only one person—Yang…
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- In a quiet alley on the outskirts of the city, a withered plane tree leaf drifted down slowly. A man was lying on the ground. It was the cusp of autumn and winter, and fallen leaves had formed a thin layer over him. No one knew how much time had passed before his curled fingers twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The impact from the car crash still left him dizzy, but the sharp pain of his body being crushed and torn had faded. Wen Zhongyi instinctively touched his…
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- In the suffocatingly tense surveillance room, everyone was as silent as cicadas in winter. Wen Zhongyi stared motionlessly at the monitor, the flickering light and shadows reflected deep in his pupils, betraying no emotion. When the progress bar reached the end yet again, Wen Zhongyi finally released his grip on the mouse. —He had already reviewed these surveillance videos over thirty times. Upon closer inspection, his fingertips had lost all color, appearing pale and icy. He leaned back…
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- Hakyung patted his round, protruding belly with a satisfied expression. He looked every bit like a puppy who’d just eaten its fill. “Was it good?” “Yes, really! I could barely taste anything when we ate in the room, but eating properly like this—it was amazing…!” He even added a dramatic “Kreuuu,” along with a thumbs-up. Hearing the river dolphin’s glowing praise, Muheon chuckled softly and nodded. The food made by the household had been good—it had been a while since…
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