The Ninth Master's Country Wife Is a Living Ancestor

(A domineering CEO who secretly loves the heroine and is gentle only with her

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A delicate heroine whose family background is even more impressive than the hero’s)

The first time he saw her: So beautiful. I want her.

The second time he saw her: So gorgeous. I have to have her.

The third time he saw her: I bumped into her, so she’s mine.

After seeing Su Qingxue three times, Huo Hanchuan was determined to make her his wife.

“Master Jiu, Madam is arguing with someone.” “Call some people. Go help.” My wife is so soft-spoken, she surely can’t win an argument. “Master Jiu, Madam is going to fight someone.” “Call some people and go help.” My wife is so quiet and gentle, she surely can’t win a fight. “Master Jiu, Madam is going to watch other people argue.” “Call some people! What are you standing around for? She’s got two little ones in her belly too!!!!”

Later, outside the bedroom, Huo Hanchuan looked down at the smaller little rice ball clinging to his leg, pouting up at him with dewy almond eyes. After watching him for a moment, the usually expressionless man bent down and scooped him up. “Let’s go tuck Mommy in together.” But he completely ignored the little ice cube clinging to his other leg and simply shut the door. The little ice cube watched the door with red eyes, on the verge of tears. A moment later, the door opened again, and a cold voice called out, “What are you waiting for? Get in here! If you wake your mother, I’ll break your legs!” The little ice cube dashed inside.

(A story about a wife-obsessed man who believes his wife comes first, everything she does is right, and even when she’s wrong, she’s still right. He secretly loves and relentlessly pursues a young woman from a small town in Jiangnan.)