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PREV | CONTENT | NEXT After quickly replying to Jian Wen Yi, Ling Zhen tried to start a conversation with Wei Xi. Based on the universal principle of “communication is the first step in enhancing any relationship.” “That…” While holding a cup, Ling Zhen asked, “How was your sleep? Did you sleep well?” Just as […]
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT In the high-end apartment building, Shen Yan Chu was seriously flipping through the script, on the corner, “The Question of the Immortals” was written on the script. This script was based on the Xianxia theme, mainly focus on cultivation. It was a big-budget movie. This movie was going to be
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT In the morning, Ling Zhen was woken up by a ringing of her phone. After playing the “Don’t Be Angry” song several times last night, Wei Xi didn’t come to trouble her. This seemed to be a useful move. But as a downside of the move, she had dreamt the
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT As the mood of Mother Wei changed, a lot of the dark spots that were earlier surrounding her dissipated. Looking at the positive change, Ling Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. This first blackening point of the villain should be considered past. At that moment, outside the room, Wei Xi
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT Most importantly, her task was to appease the villain and stop his blackening. So after leaving the chat group, Ling Zhen felt slightly relieved. When the car stopped, Ling Zhen without asking any question obediently followed Wei Xi inside the hospital. They walked into the secluded ward which was situated
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT In the hallway, Ling Zhen saw a box of imported skin-care cosmetics. She instantly guessed that today was the routine day when Wei Xi visited her seriously ill mother in the hospital. Wei Xi was paranoid and brutal, and he had no feelings for others. But his mother was the
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT After taking a deep breath, she raised a smile filled with love and peace, as if plastic surgery, or divorce, has nothing to do with the sweet her. She opened the door, confidently. In the spacious living room, Ling Zhen saw the man sitting on the sofa at a glance.
PREV | CONTENT | NEXT “Eon in the wind” was Wen Xiao Ning Weibo’s id, which she used to write a black post about Jian Wen Yi. Hearing this, Wen Xiao Ning’s face paled. How did Ling Zhen know everything??! Ling Zhen grabbed Xiao Ning’s arm and pushed her to the ground. After being pushed,