Qurit.
Stories
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Chapters
320
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Lin Yanran: "If it's Mr. Shang—impossible." Jiang Zhi: Can't have heart disease with her—scary. Post-dinner—Lin Yanran: "Send you home?" Jiang Zhi: Lied—"Acquaintance (male) will send me." Lin Yanran: Smelled hormones—"Male?" Jiang Zhi: Admitted—"Shang Chi." Lin Yanran: Stunned, then—"Tell me when ready—sad, but respect privacy." Jiang Zhi: Helpless—"It's true." Lin Yanran: Put on sunglasses—"Go have fun with your 'acquaintance'." Texted Shang Chi: "Done eating." He: "Parking…-
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Jiang Xinian called—knew why (pool scandal TV). Jiang Zhi: Contract terminated—thought he'd know. But he didn't—no confrontation. Instead: daily WeChat updates (she used to do this). She: Replied minimally—wanted to distance. Now, he called. Lin Yanran: "Still have his number?" Jiang Zhi: "You saw—he dragged me out, wanted the company to know. No entanglement." Phone rang—Jiang Zhi: "Answer to avoid bigger misunderstanding." Went outside—corridor with black obsidian rockery (black obsidian…
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Jiang Zhi: Unexpected—Shang Chi during Jiang Xinian's call. Too close—did he hear? He: Eyes down, silent, waiting. His hand— Well-defined joints,tucked her hair, stroked her earlobe. Normally—she'd be shy. Now—like venomous vines, Feeling unsettled. Jiang Xinian (on call): Impatient. "Speak!" She looked up—his eyes (deep, patient, predatory). Answered: "My husband." Hung up—his eyebrows rose, delight. He: "You…hmm!" He kissed her—public, passionate. Smoke + mint flavor. She tried to…
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Zhou Xu: Posted a statement on Shang Group's official Weibo—denying the pool scandal. Threatened lawsuits for spreaders. Attached a video—clear, no intimacy. Company: Now knows—the pink lunchbox's owner ≠ pool woman. Searched, but no clues—matter dropped. Some suspected Jiang Zhi (same ring), but Lin Yanran explained—everyone dismissed it. Two unrelated people—impossible. Tianheng Entertainment: Jiang Zhi tested Xu Jiarou in film/singing projects. Conclusion: Good looks, but talent—only…
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Jiang Zhi: Relieved—remembered his late - night exit. She asked, "Handled the sheets last night?" He kissed her hand, replied, "Hurry—washing up. Dropping you at Tianheng Entertainment today." Added, "Not at the company gate—you choose the stop." She nodded—went to wash. He watched her thin back, lips curved. Downstairs: Aunt Zhang—breakfast on a natural jasper table. Aunt Zhang: "Madam—sit." Jiang Zhi: No sign of him—frowned. "Not sending me?" Aunt Zhang: "Answering a call." Paused,…
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Lin Yanran noticed Jiang Zhi's ring—after mentioning Shang Chi's new ring. Jiang Zhi: Panicked, hid her hand. Lin Yanran: not letting go—grabbed, examined. Lin Yanran: "Wow!!!" Jiang Zhi: Confessed, "Actually…." Lin Yanran: "Where did you buy the fake?" Jiang Zhi: "???" She swallowed her words—confused. Lin Yanran: "Understand—social needs, but F 家's original ring costs 20 million. Not suitable for a manager like you." Jiang Zhi: can't afford to terminate Jiang Xinian's contract—Lin Yanran…
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Jiang Zhi's clothes: all in his master bedroom. After he entered the bathroom, she retrieved her clothes, returned to her room—her design, comfortable. Shower: warm water, fatigue washed away, but thoughts wandered. Shang Chi agreed to separate rooms—unexpected. Old House = shared bed, intimacy. Now— Get used to it his embrace: last night, sleepless until he held her, then sleep came. She splashed water on her face—stop thinking. Habits can change. Build the home, but no more "falling." No more…
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Heat, tension—clothes scattered, intertwined. Jiang Zhi: Mind blank, at the mercy of others. Fox eyes—dazed, staring at the ceiling. Toes on his shoulders—tensed, curled. Shang Chi: "Can't sleep here tonight— Zi Zi." She: Realized—why two rooms. Back to her senses, he pulled her close. Kissed her wet eyes—voice hoarse. "Help me— huh?" She: Weak, breathless. "No strength." He stared—drank in her Charming. Tucked her sweat-damp hair—whispered. "I'll handle it—back to master bedroom…
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Su Kexing's matter ended. Deven redirected focus to the rings. "Mrs. Shang—Mr. Shang designed these, I only gave basic advice." "You're lucky—to marry a man who adores you." Jiang Zhi looked at Shang Chi—shock, disbelief. He met her gaze—hot, intense, like a wolf eyeing prey. Silent stare—tension, intimacy. Deven left—space for them. Jiang Zhi: "Why?" Why design rings? No emotional foundation. Why their initials? Not necessary. Shang Chi: Didn't answer—adjusted, picked up a ring. He held her…
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Jiang Zhi guessed Shang Chi's plan—maybe she'd misjudged him. Deven: Knew her weight in Shang Chi's heart—otherwise, why design a ring for her, a cold man? Deven: "Shang CEO —send the item now?" Shang Chi lounged—long legs, cigarette, arm on the sofa—enclosing her, claiming ownership. No answer—smoke curling, obscuring his eyes, unreadable. Deven: Sweating, regretting the question. Deven looked to Jiang Zhi—agent empathy, often pressured by clients. She hesitated, then spoke. "Want to…
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