"President Gong, what are you holding in your hand?!"
Her face and tone couldn't hide the shock as she asked.
"Your book," Gong Yeyan lifted the book, its garish cover emblazoned with the shameful title "The President's Superstar Provoking Wife", briefly flashing before Ming Ge's eyes.
On the bedside table lay several more books suitable for late-night fancies, each title as embarrassingly themed.
A flow of domineering CEO style:
For instance, "The Secret Lover of The Financier", "The Emperor's Private Pet", "Overbearing Ex-husband, Don't Kiss Me", "The Cool Boss Lives Next Door"…
The man's lips curved, hinting at a trace of sinister mirth; his pitch-black eyes quietly surveyed her before saying, "I wouldn't have guessed, but your taste is quite..."
He paused, searching for the right word: "Unique."
Ming Ge, "..."
No.
I'm not, I haven't.
I don't like reading stories about the same domineering CEO and his different delicate wives, lovers, babies, sweethearts… at all!
