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Forced To Marry The Richest Man: The Real Rich Daugther Is Sensual And Wild

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# SCUM-TORTURING Zhao Jinxing was the only daughter of her family, but her father brought home a new sister for her after her maternal grandfather passed—only then did she find out that her seemingly soft-spoken father had an illegitimate child just a few months older than she was! And the instant she came to the Zhao family, she wanted everything Zhao Jinxing had, and their father told Zhao Jinxing to concede a little since half of what he had was her sister's, that she had suffered a lot. Zhao Jinxing agreed for appearance's sake, but as the same thing happened thrice, she shoved her sister lightly in refusal, only for her sister to fall down the stairs on her own movement and break her hand! Furious, their father threw Zhao Jinxing out to her maternal grandfather's grave so that she would reflect on her mistake, and told her that her sister was supposed to marry an ugly man, but now she couldn't with a broken hand, and Zhao Jinxing must take her place! "Dream on!" Zhao Jinxing resisted, but was left in the eerily silent graveyard. Just as she thought that she was homeless and had to marry some grotesque rich kid, a sinister man arrived at the graveyard—handsome and noble in appearance. It was obvious he was special. Zhao Jinxing immediately got an idea—so, she's supposed to marry? She will marry right now, and a handsome older man would still be better than some ugly! After getting their marriage certificates, Miss Zhao was now Mrs. Qin and moved to his luxurious mansion immediately! Her father, believing that Zhao Jinxing would behave after sufficient disciplining, came to the graveyard at midnight to get her, only to find thick snow and cold tombstones, and promptly panicked. He had no idea that she was now in her rich husband's arms and scheming on how to get back at them!
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