The Clingy Contract: My CEO Husband Won't Stop Spoiling Me - Chapter 7 Did Ye Gushen Take the Wrong Medicine?

Wen Su wore a dog-blooded lily article and became the wife of the heroine Bai Yueguang who was about to divorce.

As the heroine of Bai Yueguang, Chu Jingshu has a beautiful face, is mature, stable, noble and elegant, and manages a listed company, a real national goddess.

And Wen Su, a arrogant and arrogant vase star who is black all over the Internet.

Seeing the charming Chu Jingshu with thin waist and long legs, Wen Su touched her little heart and swore, “I will definitely hold on to myself, and I will never disturb the heroine to pursue her!”

Then she broke her word.

Chu Jingshu: Are you still divorced?
Wen Su: Don’t leave, don’t leave, the heroine, go away, don’t touch my wife!

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When Yao Ling saved a handsome man, she never thought that there would be a day she would propose a marriage to him.

“God of Contracts: Strongest Businessman” is a story set in a vast universe where magic and business intersect. It follows a determined entrepreneur who aims to build an unassailable empire. The narrative is rich with diverse extraterrestrial races, each playing a role in the complex world of trade and alliances. The protagonist faces challenges beyond contracts, including the need for strength and supernatural abilities. As the story progresses, business and power become intertwined, leading to a climactic showdown that will decide the fate of their empire and the intergalactic order.

This is my debut novel, so I appreciate your patience. The initial chapters may be average, but I promise you'll witness an improvement in my writing as the story progresses.

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