Qurit.
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News Headline: "Ice-cold tycoon Shang Chi spotted swimming with leggy model—rumors of celibacy crushed!" Photo: Shang Chi, emerging from a rooftop pool—white towel, black trunks, hair wet, face half-hidden. Broad shoulders, long legs, chiseled torso—thighs powerful. By the pool: a woman in a short pink dress, back to the camera—long curls, silhouette elegant, sexy. Zoomed: side profile—stunning. Insiders knew: "Shang Mou" = Shang Chi. Jiang Zhi recognized the photo—last night's business…-
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Shang Group's conference room—tense,Suppression. Executives sat rigid, fearing the lazy, icy man at the head. Near Off work,yet he called a meeting—rage palpable. WeChat notifications—everyone flinched, thinking: "Who's suicidal?" Turns out—Shang Chi's phone. He glanced, then froze—eyes narrowing, posture straightening. The presenter panicked—stuttered, sweating. Shang Chi ignored him, opening WeChat. Wife: "Business event tonight?" → Recalled, then: "Free?" His fingers tapped the…
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Shang Chi flipped over, pinning Jiang Zhi—strong arms caging her, gaze intense. His face loomed close—dark eyes reflecting her flustered expression. So near—a tiny move, and their lips would meet. She breathed shallowly, clutching the sheets—fingertips white. Since sending Jiang Qinian away, no kisses—only daily baths, nightly embraces, and "hand help." Half a month—his aura softened, or she'd grown used to it. No longer terrifying. She pushed his chest, avoiding eye contact. "You're…
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Emerging from the bathroom, over an hour had passed—Jiang Zhi's hands ached more than before, barely holding her phone. Shang Chi, in contrast, looked refreshed—his injured hand untouched by water. She opened WeChat—dozens of missed video calls from Jiang Qinian. Frowning, she glanced at Shang Chi brushing his teeth. Pressing the voice button, she whispered, "Focus on your show—I've a surprise. Busy, so not coming." String him along—let hope grow, then crash. No need for revenge—just cut ties…
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Physical discomfort made Jiang Zhi frown. His blunt question left her flustered—she knew little about "that aspect." Hiding her face in the pillow, she nodded—a soft "mm" escaping, barely audible, yet Shang Chi caught it. His heart raced—he forced calm, whispering, "Smoke break." Climbing out, he grabbed cigarettes and a lighter, heading to the balcony. Jiang Zhi relaxed—first time experiencing such intimacy, strange yet not unpleasant. Pleasure tingled—she didn't hate it, even enjoyed…
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Fresh from her bath, Jiang Zhi reached for her phone—Jiang Qinian's message popped up: "Zhi Zhi, it's not the same without you. Like before… come stay with me?" Once, she'd followed him everywhere—shoots, shows. Half a year ago, his Best Actorwin meant more work, less time together… and she'd missed Wen Nian's betrayal. She started typing—when Shang Chi emerged from the walk-in closet, pajamas draped over his arm. He tossed the pajamas on the bed, opening his arms. "Help me—hand's Not…
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Jiang Qinian looked out the car window—straight into a man's cold, hostile gaze. In theory, seeing your boss in a passionate embrace means looking away, pretending nothing happened. But the woman's slender back reminded him of Jiang Zhi—his gaze locked, unable to tear away. Panic churned in his chest. Her long black hair fell over her face, hiding her features. The window was half-down—no matter how hard he tried, her appearance stayed a mystery. The man held her tight, kissing her…
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The nurse noticed a shift—Shang Chi's aura softened when he looked at Jiang Zhi. To her, he was icy, judgmental—one glance could freeze her. To Jiang Zhi? His gaze held a quiet, undeniable devotion. When she focused on bandaging his hand, his eyes burned with longing—thick enough to melt steel. Nurse: "..." Impression: Smooth operator. They seemed distant—he must be courting her. With his charm and cunning, how could he fail? Who could resist such a handsome man? A walking "life-sized BJD"! But…
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Zhu Xiao, after fetching Wen Nian's luggage, saw Jiang Qinian tenderly stroking Jiang Zhi's hair—them laughing, chatting like lovers. Wen Nian, inside the car, glared through the window—jealousy twisting her face. Zhu Xiao's eyes widened—this wasn't how she pictured it! Humiliated by Lin Yanyan, mocked by everyone, rage boiled in her. She tossed the luggage in the trunk, then got in next to Wen Nian. "Sister Nian, Jiang Zhi's so shameless—knowing he's your man, she flirts openly! Ugly before, now…
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Jiang Zhi had forgotten—he'd married her to fulfill Grandpa's wish. He was so close, his warm breath fanning her face with every inhale. Her breath hitched. After a moment, she said, "I'll have your child… but give me half a year to get used to being 'Mrs. Shang.'" Shang Chi's eyes darkened. His jaw clenched, but he nodded. "Fine." After she left, Shang Chi summoned Zhou Xu. Zhou Xu waited, sensing the boss's foul mood—never a good sign. Shang Chi lounged in his chair, bony hand swirling a glass of…
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