The Cold Young Master’s Spoiled Little Wife

For three hundred million, she was willing to give up everything, even her dignity. But she wanted love, too. She wanted to be loved. “Zhuo Yifan, can I love you?”

“Empress Sun, for three hundred million, you really would do anything!”

“Shanshan, come back with me. I love you. I can’t live without you.”

A fake love had won him a true heart. Even the heir to the mighty Zhuo empire had to get down on his knees for her. Love really was a sharp, double-edged sword.

“But the person I love isn’t you. To be exact, I never loved you, not from beginning to end!”

The deeper the love, the more intense the hatred. But it hurt too much, so she chose to forget. Turning away, she casually linked arms with another man. Life doesn’t need to be