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One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love

She became a surrogate mother in exchange for over a million yuan. As the esteemed CEO of the most powerful Empire in the capital, he holds absolute power, while she is just an adopted daughter to a family of lowly status. She agreed to bear him his offspring, simply because her adoptive father's business was failing. On the day of her delivery, the elder brother was born healthy, but the younger one was stillborn. Having fulfilled the contract, she disappeared from his sight along with the astronomical sum of money. Six years later, he is still that arrogant and high-profile CEO. When she accidentally gets embroiled with him again – like a canary trapped in his cage, he closes in on her. “Woman, do you think you can escape from my clutches?!" However, he does not expect a little kid to interfere; the boy pompously points his little finger at him and warns, “Mu Yazhe, you’d better leave her alone! She's mine – this baby's woman!” The man is alarmed, simply because the little kid's facial features are identical to his... Tags: Adorable Child, CEO, Sweet Romance, Scheming, Wealthy Aristocrats, Fluff, Two-faced, Child, Rich and Powerful, Treachery

Beauty Under the Moon · Urban
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4778 Chs

The tiny ‘you’ is mini and cute.

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

His younger brother replied expressionlessly, "No."

"It's not you?"

"Do you think it's ever possible for me to cover you with a quilt?" Youyou returned the question disdainfully.

His brother's eyes expressed his disappointment as he said with a start, "Then… How do you explain the quilt covering me?"

"You snatched and covered yourself with it." The younger twin maintained his cool as he dried his hair with a towel.

His brother immediately rebutted, "I don't have the habit of snatching the blanket when I sleep."

He threw an offensive look obliquely at him before he snorted. "You sleep talked, too, and it's noisy."

"… Besides sleep talking, I don't have other bad sleeping habits." His brother defended himself hurriedly.

He knew that he did not sleep talk usually.

"Does kicking the quilt in your sleep count?" the younger boy asked with knitted brows.