How Can You Put Up with a Spoiled Rich Heiress Like That?

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★Glamorous, spoiled heiress vs. scheming old fox, childhood friends to marriage before love★

Xu Qingzhi was the most dazzling and flamboyant heiress in Haicheng. Spoiled rotten since childhood, she was willful and overbearing.

She loved novelty and excitement, doing whatever she pleased, and had no interest in Xie Jingchen, the cold, taciturn, ruthless head of the Xie family.

Though, technically, Xie Jingchen was also a childhood friend she’d grown up with.

But then the Xu family fell into crisis and went begging at the Xie family’s door.

Xie Jingchen had only one condition: he would marry her.

Xu Qingzhi laughed on the spot. “Xie Jingchen, what are you after? My spending habits? My temper? Or the way I give you the cold shoulder every day?”

Xie Jingchen looked at her without a word.

Xu Qingzhi took his silence for a yes.

Fine, she’d marry him. The marriage agreement clearly stated that whoever asked for a divorce within a year would walk away with nothing.

Xu Qingzhi didn’t want to leave empty-handed, but she could make Xie Jingchen be the one to ask for a divorce.

So Xu Qingzhi put her plan into action.

She stayed out late drinking and came home staggering at dawn, deliberately reeking of alcohol.

She spent without restraint, clearing out the luxury boutiques at the mall, just to show Xie Jingchen how extravagantly she lived.

She deliberately messed up his study, threw tantrums over food, and gave him the cold shoulder in public, doing everything she could to be spoiled and domineering.

Xu Qingzhi waited for Xie Jingchen to lose his temper.

But he always watched her calmly, neither annoyed nor angry, and even took his time cleaning up the mess she made.

Outsiders all praised Mr. Xie for doting on his wife, which only made Xu Qingzhi angrier.

Until one day, Xu Qingzhi got drunk at a bar and bragged with an arm around her best friend’s shoulders. “Xie Jingchen’s such a block of wood. I can act as crazy as I want and he never says a word. Hey, do you think he’s impotent?”

Before she could finish, her phone lit up.

A message from Xie Jingchen: [Look up.]

Xu Qingzhi looked up.

On the second-floor balcony, Xie Jingchen stood watching her with lowered eyes.

He was too far away for her to make out his expression. All she saw was him slowly taking off his glasses.

Five minutes later, Xu Qingzhi was shoved into a car.

“Xie Jingchen, what are you doing?”

“Taking you home.”

“What for?”

“To prove whether I’m impotent.”

“...What?”

The good news: Xie Jingchen was more than capable.

The bad news: From that day on, Xu Qingzhi never got a proper night’s sleep again.

Even when she sat down to eat, he’d lift her out of her chair and press her back against the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling window.

“Xie Jingchen... the curtains.”

“It’s one-way glass.”

“...Are all the windows in your house one-way glass?”

“It’s our house.”

Xu Qingzhi couldn’t take any more. Half asleep, she rasped, “Tomorrow, then.”

But the next day, she couldn’t get out of bed all day.

After that, Xu Qingzhi never dared say, “Tomorrow, then.”

Because the next day, Xie Jingchen really would make up for it.

Coming next: "Clingy Love After Marriage, Mr. Huo, Please Show Restraint"

Before her engagement, Wen Zhiyi discovered that her childhood friend had been seeing one of her friends behind her back.

She slapped him and called off the engagement on the spot.

He said she’d never find a better man without him, and that he was the only one willing to spoil her, coax her, and be her dog.

Wen Zhiyi laughed in anger. “Why wouldn’t I? Huo Sinian would make a much better dog than you.”

Huo Sinian was the current head of the Huo family. He took over the family’s investment business at eighteen and was in full control by twenty-four. In their circles, he was known as the Huo family’s Buddha: ruthless in his methods and unfathomable in his schemes.

He was exceptionally handsome, but no one dared get close to him.

Then he looked up, and Wen Zhiyi met the gaze of a tall man, dark and deep.

He lifted his eyes with a faintly dangerous look. “I’m not anyone’s dog.”

Wen Zhiyi: “...”

Later, a friend who’d known Huo Sinian since childhood asked what he’d been up to lately and why he was never around.

The friend also said Wen Zhiyi was so ungrateful. Now that she was Mrs. Huo, why hadn’t she curbed her heiress temper?

Huo Sinian calmly lifted his chin toward Wen Zhiyi, who was glaring at him from a short distance away.

“Lately? Being her dog again.”

Everyone was stunned.

That night, Huo Sinian knelt in front of Wen Zhiyi, took off his tie, and placed it in her hands. His voice was hoarse.

“Baby, don’t be mad. I promise I’ll take it easy tonight. Just seven times. No, five. How about that?”

Theme: Love life, and love you.