Patricia Wilson
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After rubbing the ointment onto her knees and making sure she’s not hurt anywhere else, Yang Feng took her home. She forced him to drop her off a block away from her condo. She didn’t want to be seen stepping out of such an expensive car because it would attract attention to her and people might start becoming curious about her affairs. She wanted to live peacefully where people wouldn’t pester her because of her name and reputation. Given that her building is more secure compared to others, she…
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She stared at his outstretched hand and frowned. Completely ignoring it, she attempted to stand up but the intense pain forced her to slump on the floor again. She made a loud "hmph!" and turned her face away from him. Yang Feng sighed at her stubbornness. "Don’t be a spoiled brat." He made a ’tsk’ noise before bending down to easily lift her up. "I can walk by myself-" "Yeah, and pigs can fly." He rolled his eyes at her poor excuse. He was taking her to the bathroom to allow her to freshen…
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"Where does it hurt?" He softly asked her, his voice was so alluring and kind, Zhao Lifei was left in a daze. He figured something must’ve happened to her if she couldn’t stand up herself. Despite his gentle voice, she couldn’t help but overthink it. When he first arrived at the scene, she could feel his murderous aura. However, he was now gently asking her if she’s hurt. She thought he was purposely masking his anger so that he doesn’t explode in front of so many people. Even if they were…
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Pei Qing didn’t think that pulling Zhao Lifei would cause her to be injured to an extent where she cries out in pain. Seeing that both women were injured and stained, the servants who were watching were slightly hesitant on who to feel sympathy for. In the end, they pitied Pei Qing more because even if she wasn’t likable, she was someone familiar to them. Zhao Lifei, on the other hand, was just another rich woman. The servants thought little of her since it was inevitable to see affluent people…
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Zhao Lifei inhaled deeply to clear her mind. She knew it was pointless arguing against these people. She decided to focus on Pei Qing who was still sitting on the floor, refusing to get up. "I was trying to fix this situation with the hopes of coming to a solution. But it seems that wasn’t your end goal. You wanted to create a scene and now you have one." Her eyes swept over the judging looks of the servants. Did they not have anything better to do than stand here and gossip? "I don’t have time…
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After the two finished their meal, Yang Feng was ready to take her back home. But he had to get ready first so Zhao Lifei waited for him in his living room. Sitting on the plush couch with her legs crossed, she was browsing her phone when she suddenly remembered she left her purse in his room. She decided to look for his room and get her purse back. After walking for a while, she realized she was lost. Huffing in annoyance, she tried to retrace her steps only to find herself getting more and more…
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When Zhao Lifei stepped closer to the table, she saw a wide variety of food that smelled so good that her stomach made a loud noise again. She felt her cheeks heat up and tried to avoid any eye-contact with Yang Feng. He bit his bottom lip to suppress the laughter that threatened to come up. She snuck a secretive glance at him and instantly wished she didn’t. His eyes were lit up in mischief and the way he was biting his lip made him incredibly charismatic. ’Stop drooling.’ Zhao Lifei chided…
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"This is a spare toothbrush you can use and here’s a towel." Pei Qing roughly handed Zhao Lifei the supplies, nearly shoving everything onto her hands. Zhao Lifei felt her eyebrows raise in surprise, a small fire building within her. She reminded herself to stay level-headed. She didn’t want to throw a big scene in someone else’s house, especially when the servant didn’t even belong to her. "Oh, and here’s the cup. Mr. Yang doesn’t like to share things with people, so just throw…
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Zhao Lifei awakened to hints of a savory and delicious scent in the air. Her stomach growled as she sniffed. Tiredly, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her gaze was hazy as she felt around the bed for her phone but then realized this was not her bed. She instantly panicked and snapped out of her dazed state. Her eyes scanned the enormous room she was in. She took in the coat hanger by the door, the minimalist furniture, and the elegant masculinity of the room. She was definitely in a man’s room. For…
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Yang Feng woke up in the middle of the night as he always does. He ran a tired hand through his silky hair before realizing his situation. He was already in his bed, barely covered by the blanket. He was still wearing the crisp black three-piece suit from this morning, except it was a bit disheveled from being used as pajamas. When he climbed out of bed, he remembered what happened. He had flashbacks of readily eating the only food he was allergic to and pretending it was his favorite. There was a…
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