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Darling CEO I'll marry you: His wife is a nightingale

Xia Lihua was born with a beautiful voice. A voice as sweet as hers was hard to find. She used to be her cousin sister's shadow singer. Her family exiled her to the United States when she was set up by her cousin sister and stepsister. She returned to her own country after completing high school in America only to discover her father had given orders for some guys to murder her. After narrowly escaping death, she was saved by a friend who rushed her to the hospital and with the help of a genius hacker she was able to eventually escape from the country, hiding in Milan for two years. Except for her grandfather who doted on her, the rest of the Xia family assumed that she was dead. After three years, she returned, stronger than ever, to face-slap the scumbags and exact retribution. She is now the nation's sister- a top idol and a movie queen. She is also known as the Ice Empress in business world! People called her the Nightingale because of her melodic voice, little did she know that she will be become the night songstress of the man whom she hated the most. She didn't know that she was the reason why the demon king couldn't sleep at night. All he could think about from morning till dusk was her. He could wreck devastation on earth for her, and this time he would do anything to keep her. The devil bigshot has made up his mind and is chasing her! Netizens: Is Emperor Yang pursuing you, sister Hua? Xia Lihua: No! He is just my ex-fiancé and a die-hard fan. Emperor Yang: What ex-fiancé? Bullshit! Tell them that you are my wife, little bird. Author note: The author is not Chinese and this is her own story. THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION. [ Update: Cover art by- @dixerqua ;) (DO NOT STEAL!!!) ]

Dixerqua · Urban
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226 Chs

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Because Old Master scolded severely, he started coughing a lot. Seeing him struggle, Xia Lihua became anxious and quickly fetched a glass of water. She gently lifted him, propping his head against the headboard, and brought the glass to his lips, making sure he drank it himself.

"Grandpa, take it easy. Don't use too much force or let anger overwhelm you. Don't speak loudly; your health isn't good. You can scold me as much as you want when you're feeling better," she advised, showing more concern for his well-being than any defiance or disagreement.

This little brat! 

He was at a loss for words. Even though her willful ways that often ignited his anger, she also cared about him. When he looked at her calm face, it had a strange charm. 

If you looked closer at her misty eyes, you could see that she had been through a lot.