Easy, Mr. CEO, I Got You!
Top Interpol agent Lu Wanqing is thrown into a glossy corporate romance as a disposable extra, forced to survive by harvesting emotions. She soothes explosive CEO Li Nancheng and becomes his assistant, only to learn his turbulent feelings extend her life the most. As his rare disorder eases around her and the original heroine turns hostile, is she playing him, or rewriting fate?
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The Green Ring That Started It All
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