Qurit.
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A'Chi? Jiang Zhi was slightly taken aback, her expression hesitant. She had never addressed a man with such intimacy. Even with Jiang Nian, the most familiar she'd gotten was 'Qi Nian' (祈年). Making this sudden switch felt awkward, almost impossible. Seeing her silence, the man's voice turned slightly colder, more insistent. "What's wrong? Would you prefer to use my full name? Or perhaps... husband?" He deliberately lingered on the last word, drawing out the syllables. Call him by his full name? Given…-
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The room was pitch dark. Moonlight streamed through the window, spilling silvery frost across the floor. On the large double bed, the man reclined half-upright, his expression a taut blend of endurance and... ...pleasure. Every muscle in his body was coiled and tense. Powerful arms showcased prominent veins. His deep, desire-filled eyes remained locked on the woman before him. His large, well-defined hand enveloped her smaller, softer one. Three buttons of her black shirt were undone, revealing delicate…
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After breakfast, Jiang Zhi returned to her room. Only then did she remember the document the man had sent to her phone. During breakfast, preoccupied with Old Master Shang, she hadn't checked her messages. She opened her chat with Shang Chi. There it was—a Word document. Wondering what it contained, she tapped to open it. Instantly, detailed information about the man's dietary preferences and hobbies filled the screen. Jiang Zhi blinked. He wants me to memorize his lifestyle habits? She recalled how…
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The scorching heat of his large palm penetrated the fabric, searing her skin. His touch felt like an electric current, sending tingling waves radiating from her waist. Whether it was the lingering effects of the incense or not, Jiang Zhi found she didn't recoil from this intimate contact. A treacherous part of her even craved closeness. But a sliver of remaining sanity prevailed. She quickly popped the pill into her mouth. A cool, minty sensation spread across her tongue. The uncomfortable heat within her…
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Hearing this, the old man was naturally overjoyed, beaming from ear to ear. Jiang Zhi, however, felt her heart leap into her throat. She dared not show it, letting Shang Chi lead her upstairs. Shang Chi's room was the first one beside the staircase. Jiang Zhi was still reeling from his words. By the time she snapped back to reality, she found herself already inside the room. The door clicked shut behind him. In the next instant, her back was pressed firmly against it by his body. They stood mere inches…
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The man had stated multiple times he wasn't in the mood tonight. Jiang Zhi felt relatively at ease with him now. She didn't overthink it. Obediently, she turned off the light, walked to the other side of the bed, pulled back the covers, and slipped in. Over the past six days at No. 7 Villa, Jiang Zhi had grown accustomed to the lingering scent of the man. But now, the living, breathing man lay beside her. She couldn't help feeling tense. Jiang Zhi tried to stay near the edge of the bed. Though sharing the…
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Old Master Shang stared at the photo of the couple inside the red marriage certificate booklets. His eyes instantly misted over. He leaned forward, picked up one of the booklets, his hands trembling slightly. He murmured, "Good... this is very good." At least my feigned illness wasn't in vain. Otherwise, this detached, passionless brat would have stayed a bachelor forever. After a moment, a thought struck him. He looked up at Jiang Zhi, concern in his eyes. "Zhizhi... this certificate... Shang Chi didn't…
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Jiang Zhi didn’t dwell on it. Specific requests were better than none. The worst clients were those who tossed out a dismissive "Go with your aesthetic," only to nitpick endlessly later. Following the man’s instruction to combine the styles, Jiang Zhi selected two mood boards featuring a blend of beige and black: one Modern Minimalist, one Light Luxury French. The Modern Minimalist scheme favored beige as the primary color with black accents, while the Light Luxury French style did the opposite. Shang…
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Watching the tall, imposing figure stride towards the house, Jiang Zhi felt an urge to hit someone for the first time. Not in the mood tonight? Truly a businessman—twisting people's words is definitely his forte. "Not cold?" The man's voice drifted back, utterly matter-of-fact. "Or are you planning to fall ill to gain my sympathy?" Jiang Zhi snapped out of her thoughts. The man was as unfeeling as ever. Recalling her earlier dream only solidified her conviction: the boy from back then was not this man…
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One night during her sophomore year, Jiang Zhi found herself locked inside the university library, just as a violent storm hit. The power abruptly died. Her phone, drained from hours of research, was dead. Darkness instantly engulfed her. Panic seized her. She felt plunged into an abyss of deep sea, fear consuming her whole body. A suffocating pressure wrapped around her. Just as she felt she couldn't breathe, a male student appeared. He called her name from a distance, "Jiang Zhi, what's wrong?" His…
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