My Otome Game Husband Possesses My Scumbag Husband and Begs for Kisses on His Knees Every Night

A calculating, ruthless woman x a gentle, scheming, brooding man

[Both Leads Are Inexperienced] [Sweet Romance] [Flirting] [Push and Pull]

Jiang Lai watched with her own eyes as her husband, Yu Chen, whom she had married for business interests, plunged off a cliff with his car.

She almost burst out laughing.

Because this cheap husband of hers had tampered with her stomach medicine to get rid of her, threatening her with divorce.

He had even tried to make her die in an accident, just to clear the way for his one true love.

But even if he died, she had no intention of getting divorced.

The Jiang family's interests mattered more than a dead man.

But the man she thought was surely dead not only survived, he came back completely unharmed.

And the moment he opened his eyes, he smiled at her tenderly, took her hand, and pleaded in a soft voice:

“Jiangjiang, I'm sorry. I was wrong.”

“I won't divorce you.”

From then on, the man, now utterly unlike his former self, went out of his way to please her, indulging and pampering her.

When she angrily called him shameless, he even knelt before her, the corners of his eyes red, and admitted:

“Mm, I'm Jiangjiang's filthy dog.”

Jiang Lai thought either his head had been damaged in the fall or he was plotting something even bigger.

So she decided to strike first and take down him and his one true love.

What she didn't know was that the real Yu Chen had died on the night he tried to kill her.

The Yu Chen now was a paper-doll character from a romance game, one who would never betray or scheme, and belonged to her alone.

He was a string of data that had witnessed her ambition and cruelty, yet still treated her with tenderness and obedience.

Gu Yuchuan.

He had waited for her a long time, searched for her a long time, and finally made it to her world.

Perfect code cannot reproduce human love.

But the tender affection that blossomed within him from a cold program was sincere and burning.

No one could compare. It belonged to her alone.