The Devil’s Designated Lover

“You’re not qualified to say such things to me,” she responded calmly, her tone revealing neither joy nor sorrow. If this man thought possessing her body meant winning her heart, they would see.

Jun Hao embraced her, and neither spoke further. Both kept their eyes tightly closed, with only they knowing whether they truly slept.

The next morning, An Ke rose as usual, preparing breakfast and waiting for An Hong. Last night seemed like a mere dream. She voluntarily bid farewell to An Hong and left with Jun Hao. An Hong laughed continuously, seemingly believing their relationship had improved. An Ke wanted to say more, but An Hong pushed her out: “You child, your father isn’t a kid. Go quickly, don’t keep him waiting.”

Her final words were: “Dad, take care.”

Even more shocking was Chen Yun, who was actually a specialist Jun Hao had placed beside her. Chen Yun was a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, certified by the International Taekwondo Promotion Committee. Everything An Ke had done in recent months had been precisely reported to Jun Hao. Even without being by his side, he still controlled everything about her.

An Ke, if I weren’t in this awkward military position, would you be willing to be my friend?” An Ke turned back and looked at Chen Yun sincerely.

“I’ve already considered you a friend,” Chen Yun thought there was a misunderstanding and explained anxiously.

“Thank you for being so good to me. Let’s go,” An Ke smiled at her, her mood much improved.

“Where are we going?” Chen Yun, infected by her mood, bounced along behind her.

“To make a phone call.” …

Junzheng Group’s newly invested real estate project in Singapore was holding a press conference today. CEO Jun Hao was the protagonist of the conference, with various TV stations eager to understand why Junzheng Group had unusually chosen to invest in Singapore’s real estate. This mystery was about to be unveiled in the upcoming talks.

Jun Hao was still dressed in a suit, with a smile as gentle as spring. He answered reporters’ questions without a trace of impatience.

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