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Wooing my Bodyguard Wife

[R18 - Contains SMUT & UST] “Fuck the rich!” Xue Ning declared. "I'm rich - fuck me - not anyone else!” As the second son of a billionaire, Sun Jingwei is undoubtedly rich, handsome and a playboy - but now he's been ensnared by his new bodyguard who hates rich people with a passion! How can he insert himself into her 'fuck the rich' motto? What happens when they end up married in the eyes of the public? Here is the slowburn love story between a billionaire’s handsome playboy son and his new straight-laced, sarcastic wannabe-bodyguard wife that looks like a cute kitten! EXCERPT: “Oh good, you received my delivery!” was his excited reply. “Did you accidentally mix my outfits with the ones meant for your girlfriend?” Xue Ning asks flatly. “Of course not! I don’t have a girlfriend! All these are handpicked for you!” Jingwei exclaims. “You handpicked underwear for me?!” She squawks, face red. “We’re not that close!” “How can you say that? You’re practically my saviour! I owe you a life debt!” Jingwei argues. “Sexy underwear is the least you deserve!” “You’re giving your saviour underwear?” She asks incredulously in return. “Do you not find anything weird with this?” = This is an original work - do not steal! Cover is from Lia Audelia! =

Taoist6GPenguin · Urban
Not enough ratings
347 Chs

Bi Yu and Haowei Pt 2

Sun Haowei's face purpled. "How dare you - "

Bi Yu only scoffed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to leak news of your intimate behaviour. I've already been humiliated enough by your disdain for me."

By now, she had grown used to his methods of intimidation and only returned his look with an unbothered expression. She immediately gave Sun Haowei another copy of the divorce agreement, laughing at the surprised look on his face. 

"You printed extras?" He demanded incredulously, glancing down at the papers and then back to her face, as though actually seeing her for the first time. 

"Of course." Bi Yu replied, bemused. "Did you think I was dumb enough to not make copies just in case you crushed them with those bear paws of yours? It's not hard to see the shredded newspapers in the living room. Visitors might think we're raising a badly behaved dog."

"Bear paws - I do not have 'bear paws', and I'm not a dog - "