Chapter 60: Money Pit
Tsukuyomi
Li Yaru was a woman with exceptional execution skills. A week later, she went straight to the flagship store of the high-end jewelry brand Reberi located in Tsim Sha Tsui.…
After the beautiful wife got divorced
Chapter 59 (2/2): Male Master
Li Yaru enjoyed a comfortable hot bath, finished her skincare, and hummed softly while using a gua sha board, scraping down from her neck. Her suite was large, connecting the…
Chapter 59 (1/2): Male Master
Zhuang Qiting coldly glanced at the young man beside him. Liang Sijie was still dressed in his crisp butler uniform, his refined and handsome face having matured considerably from the…
Chapter 58: Please Step Aside
Li Yaru had lately started fearing Zhuang Qiting—this man was like a piece of chewing gum stuck to her shoe. Wherever she went, he followed. Whether it was public events…
Chapter 57 (2/2): Eleanor
That night, he saw Li Yaru for the first time. A beautiful noblewoman from China, dressed in an elegant and gorgeous qipao, her dignified attire highlighting her innate radiance. Perhaps…
Chapter 57 (1/2): Eleanor
The day they returned to Hong Kong Island, the temperature in Rome had soared, the sun blazing down relentlessly. Li Yaru, annoyed by the clingy shadow she couldn’t shake off,…
Chapter 56: Covered Over
Li Yaru’s face was still made up, but after Zhuang Qiting had kissed her all over so messily, the sticky feeling was almost unbearable. She murmured softly, “Not afraid of…
Chapter 55: Care About Me
The hospital room was cool, filled with a faint, delicate fragrance. The drip from the IV line fell slowly. The young, handsome gentleman stood quietly in place, patiently waiting. Eleanor’s…
Chapter 54 (2/2): I’m Sick
Li Yaru spent two days at Como Lake in northern Italy and returned to Rome to attend Kurt’s painting exhibition celebration banquet. At the banquet, she didn’t see Lorenzo’s figure.…
Chapter 54 (1/2): I’m Sick
Returning to Rome, Li Yaru rested at the hotel for a day and finally regained her vitality, but the intense hickey marks wouldn’t fade anytime soon—they looked set to linger…