Soul Of Negary - Chapter 19: Vol1 Ch19: The missing ‘something’

She, the unfavoured adopted daughter of the Lin Clan, was just a pitiful little girl who had to live under someone else's roof.

And he, son of the richest man in the country, tall, handsome, and cold and evil.Originally, the two of them had not interacted at all.

However, due to a coincidence, she had become his wife.She had originally thought that she was only being used by him, but he would actually be a wife-doting man!

Whoever dared to bully her would be annihilated by him!

He was extremely overbearing outside, yet he was more like a hungry wolf in bed.

She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to escape, but he blocked her.He lovingly asked, “Wife, you’re already pregnant with my child, where are you going to escape to?”

Married for three years without returning home? The charming '70s woman wants a divorce.[Cold and aloof pilot vs. stunning translator, period 1v1, husband-chasing drama]On the first day of their marriage, Jiang Zhixun applied for a transfer to the Northwest, rebelling against his arranged marriage with Shen Qingqing.In the three years that followed, they never saw each other again.When Shen Qingqing was diagnosed with amnesia, she made a decision within half an hour.She decided to go to the Northwest.To find Jiang Zhixun and get a divorce!An exceptional beauty arrived at the barracks, elegant, refined, and well-educated, yet married to a cold-faced tyrant.Jiang Zhixun was convinced Shen Qingqing had come to pester him.He avoided her.Evaded her.Yet, he couldn’t help being drawn to her.Jiang Zhixun decided to keep Shen Qingqing and live a good life with her.But Shen Qingqing proposed a divorce.Jiang Zhixun: “You came to the Northwest just for a divorce?”Shen Qingqing: “Yes, divorce.”After the divorce, Shen Qingqing returned to Beijing.Her memories of the time in the Northwest gradually faded, until eventually, she even forgot who Jiang Zhixun was.On a snowy, stormy night, the man stubbornly stood outside the door, his eyes tinged with crimson.“Mister Shen, I’m your new neighbor.”“My name is Jiang Zhixun.”

Everyone knows that after the eldest Miss Shen was abandoned by a wild man, she was willing to degenerate.

The notorious Shen Ruojing appeared at the birthday banquet of the old lady of the Chu family of the first family, and everyone ridiculed:

“Sit at a table with a million-dollar gift.”

“Sit at a table with ten million gifts.”

“Miss Shen, how much gift did you give?”

Everyone was waiting to see her joke, but they saw Shen Ruojing pushing out a little boy with pink makeup and jade carving, “Please ask the old lady, which table is the grandson to sit at?”

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Shen Ruojing, who was brought into the Chu family by her mother and son, just wanted to eat and wait to die and be a salted fish, but was rejected by the Chu family in various ways:

“We have first-class hackers, music masters, painting geniuses, and tech madmen in our family. Everyone is well-known in their respective industries, and what do you know?”

Shen Ruojing touched his chin: “I know a little bit of what you said…”

The three cute babies stood beside them and nodded in unison: We testify that Mummy does know a million dots.

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?