The Overbearing CEO Insists on Spoiling Me

Yu Huan and Ting Hui had been called “a match made in heaven” by their families since childhood. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, he pinned her in a corner of the villa’s staircase, his voice hoarse. “Avoiding me?” She twirled one of his shirt buttons around her finger and smiled. “Wasn’t President Yu the one who thought I was childish?” Later, at a business banquet, the newly crowned Best Actor had just asked Ting Hui to dance when Yu Huan crushed his wineglass in front of all the guests. “Sorry, my wife’s foot hurts.” Ting Hui swung her high heel and raised an eyebrow. “Who’s your wife?” The man bent down and bit the tip of her ear. “Let’s go register our marriage right now, Mrs. Yu.”