Inside the private room on the second floor, there was lively chatter and laughter, and the smell of cigarette smoke was thick enough to choke a person. Xiao Zhang opened the door and went in, this time to deliver supper to the people inside. They were just at the end of a mahjong game. Zhong… Continue reading

Qin Moling did not respond. This was beyond easy for him; a trifling matter. He was one of the shareholders of this club but never got involved in its management so few outsiders knew about it. Jian Hang didn’t even know what investments he had in his private name. Qin Moling turned around and walked… Continue reading

Zhong Yanfei has played this perfectly, making it impossible for anyone to find fault with her. As for Han Shuang, maybe she wasn’t aware that Zhong Yanfei had left Jian Hang outside the private room at all Or maybe, even if Han Shuang knew Zhong Yanfei’s purpose, she would pretend not to know. They were… Continue reading

If it’s wrong, then it’s wrong. Jian Hang was not going to tell the truth anymore. They had to live under the same roof in the future, and there was still such a long time to be together. A harmonious relationship between them would not be harmful to either of them. She took her thermos… Continue reading