The Ice-Cold CEO Mistook the Supreme Dragon for a Good-for-Nothing Son-in-Law
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At the airport, Shen Qingxue—a peerless martial prodigy—publicly ripped apart their betrothal letter, her palm cracking across Qin Hao's face.
"How could a piece of trash from the backwoods like you ever deserve to marry me, Shen Qingxue?"
His master’s dying words echoed in his ears: "Play the fool for five years, and the Shen daughter will be yours." He swallowed his pride with a silent nod. But instead, he married her kind-hearted elder sister.
All through Kyoto’s wealthy circles, they mocked the Shen heiress for wedding a penniless nobody.
Until the day the world’s top ten martial artists gathered in China.
As one, they knelt and roared: "Hail the God of War!"
His ex-fiancée shattered on the spot: "He... wasn’t he a scrap collector...?"
His wife gasped breathlessly beside him.
Qin Hao gently clasped her hand:
"Forgive the secrecy, my love."
His voice dropped to a velvet vow:
"But my promises are forever."
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Dead silence! Like a frozen glacier! The fighting arena was frozen solid!
Hundreds of thousands of eyes! As if drawn by an invisible magnet! Attached to the ring!
Attached to the man in the ragged jacket! He calmly extended a finger! Pointed at Nangong Lie! uttered three words as if a de……
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