Why Are You Crying? Can't Take the Game?

Push and pull to the extreme / Sweet 1v1 romance / Pretending not to know each other in public

[Fair-skinned beauty × Cultured scoundrel tycoon]

Meeting Mo Jinqiao was pure chance.

Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long legs, and a stunning face: he was the perfect match for her taste.

The crown prince of Beijing’s top-tier wealthy circle, a young tycoon with capital in his hands.

Widely regarded in their circle as the hardest man to get a handle on.

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In a hotel room, the man emerged from the bathroom, his expression cool. “What exactly are we to each other now?”

After twenty-three years of following the rules, Ruan Tingting said the boldest thing she’d ever said.

“**”

Mo Jinqiao was against it at first, but later became eager to agree.

“Twice a week. We don’t interfere in each other’s lives or pry into each other’s privacy.”

“Fine.”

“One important thing: you can’t fall in love with me.”

Mo Jinqiao sneered. “Don’t worry. I don’t even have a heart, so how could I fall for you?”

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At a lively engagement party, the man pulled her into a side room.

He bent down and bit hard into her soft lips, his eyes brimming with tears. “Ruan Tingting, after sleeping together so many times, you’re about to marry someone else just like that. Where’s your conscience?”

Ruan Tingting pushed him away. “Why are you crying? Can’t you handle a game you started?”

Mo Jinqiao knelt submissively at her feet and lowered his proud head.

“Ruan Tingting, I can’t handle it anymore.”

“I won’t let you marry anyone else. You can only marry me.”

“You like the food I make, don’t you? I’ll cook for you every day from now on, okay?”

*

At night, Mo Jinqiao lounged against the headboard in his loosely fastened robe, waiting for her with eager anticipation.

It seems… not bad.

Never mind. Better turn off the lights first.