Qurit.
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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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Jiang Zhi's voice: gentle, but cutting—stunned everyone present. Shang Chi: Not surprised—knew her sharp tongue well, which was why he always lost his cool around her. Su Kexing: Would never admit to flirting with Shang Chi—Jiang Zhi wouldn't spare her if she did. With her current predicament, any defense was in vain, and the couple across from her wouldn't let her off. Realizing this, she hardened her heart, a hint of malice flashing in her eyes as she quietly slipped her hand into her pocket. Su…
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Shang Chi: Fuming—all efforts to make her used to him, yet she talks of "freedom." Last night: He thought—finally, a place in her heart. Now: delusion shattered. Jiang Zhi stayed silent—words harsh, but true. Silence—tense, oppressive. He stared—eyes burning with anger, and something she couldn't read. Jiang Zhi: Confused—her words were "beneficial." Stalemate—atmosphere suffocating. She broke it, eyes fierce. "I want a devoted marriage—said before. Can't? Let me go." Paused. "Contract…
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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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