Patricia Wilson
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After cooking dinner and enjoying it with Zhao Lifei, Yang Ruqin went home to prepare herself for a photo-shoot next morning. Zhao Lifei quickly cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, showered, and then retired to her office. She didn’t know why she always came into this room, but her office was surprisingly very soothing. From the light ticking of the clock on the wall, the perfect view of the city, the bright light of the cars beneath, and the calming scent of cotton, everything about this room…
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"You brat, don’t act so haughty and spoiled. I raised you for twenty-three years with my own blood, sweat, and tears!" Wang Nuoli slammed her manicured hand onto the glass table beside her. "Mother, please. You only held me once as a baby and passed me off to different nannies until I could walk. And when I did, you found other nannies for me." Zhao Lifei rolled her eyes at Wang Nuoli’s melancholic story. It was no rumor that Wang Nuoli didn’t love her eldest daughter. Zhao Lifei was born…
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When Han Wuting’s car was far into the distance, Zhao Lifei turned toward Yang Ruqin with a deep scowl. She crossed her arms and glared daggers from her eyes. Yang Ruqin shrunk back, knowing she was in for an earful. "Another blind date?! That was the fifth time this month!" Zhao Lifei bit out, her temper slightly rising. No matter how many times she told Yang Ruqin that she was fine being single, the stubborn woman wouldn’t listen! Blind dates after blind dates and in the least expected times…
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Elegantly climbing out the car, one seductive foot at a time, the onlookers gawked in awe as two beautiful women stepped out of the black car. The host at the front immediately came to greet them when the two walked in. He must’ve been new because his eyes never left the legendary supermodel, Yang Ruqin. Playing into the poor boy’s obvious desires, she leaned on the counter, her long slender arm out for him to see. Because the red dress didn’t leave much to hide, the boy visibly gulped.…
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"I don’t like this dress, Qinqin...It looks weird on me." Zhao Lifei frowned, running a tired hand through her hair. There were bags beneath her eyes from the endless nights of tossing in her bed and never falling asleep. Ever since she became the laughing-stock of Shenbei, her confidence was at its limits. The haughty twinkle in her eyes from being engaged to Zheng Tianyi had vanished long ago. From losing everything in just the single span of one night, her diva attitude, prideful smirks, and…
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Zhao Lifei abruptly sat up in her bed, her heart hammering against her ribcage. She ran a shaky hand through her hair and squeezed her eyes shut. Her lips wobbled as tears pooled behind her eyelids. No matter how much she tried to brush the haunting past away, the pain would always catch up. Soon, droplets of salty tears fell from her eyes. She struggled to properly breathe, hiccuping for gasps of air. In the cold, dark, and lonely room, she broke down. She wished it had been just a nightmare and…
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"Zheng Tianyi, please-" BANG! A beautiful woman was pushed and thrown onto the floor. Her perfectly curled hair was a mess, her makeup was ruined and there were bruises beginning to form on her wrists. Glowering eyes filled with pure hatred and disgust stared down at her. He was supposed to be her loved fiance, the man she would soon wed in one year. Yet, here he was, glaring daggers into her body. The look he gave her was bone-chilling as if she had brutally slaughtered his entire family. Was…
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