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Links are NOT allowed. Format your description nicely so people can easily read them. Please use proper spacing and paragraphs.Five years ago, the Chen parents packaged Chen Luoru’s elder sister, Chen Yang, into a glamorous socialite and tried to sell her off to the Meng family’s heir, Meng Jianchen, who was studying in the U.S. at the time.
On the eve of the wedding, Chen Yang was found to be pregnant—but the child wasn’t his. To avoid a massive scandal, the Chen parents bombarded Chen Luoru with desperate calls, forcing her to return to China and take her sister’s place.
Chen Luoru: “I still have to go to college! Why would I get married?”
Chen Parents: “Meng Jianchen has already agreed to this marriage.”
Chen Luoru: “Is he a devil or something?”
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1. After four years of marriage, Chen Luoru and Meng Jianchen are practically strangers, barely seeing each other.
One night, she walks out of a glitzy London bar with a male friend—only to spot a tall, elegant man standing by a Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Meng Jianchen holds a long umbrella, a wedding ring glinting on the ring finger of his left hand. Raindrops slide off the umbrella’s edge as he presses his lips together, eyes unreadable and deep.
Chen Luoru hears him speak slowly: “Had enough fun, Mrs. Meng?”
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2. For the Nth time, Chen Luoru asks Meng Jianchen for a divorce—but this damned man is like fireproof steel: can’t be steamed, boiled, hammered, or fried.
Fuming, she storms into a luxury boutique and goes on a wild shopping spree—using his credit card.
Uncharacteristically, Meng Jianchen follows her in: “Stop making a scene. Come home.”
Chen Luoru coos: “Can’t you even sweet-talk me a little?”
Meng Jianchen wraps his arm around her waist and softly says: “Be good. Don’t be mad. Come home with me, hmm?”
Chen Luoru flips faster than a page in a book: “Brother-in-law, don’t be like this—my sister is still waiting for you at home!”
All eyes in the store instantly snap toward Meng Jianchen.
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07/14/25 | Second Life Translations | c1 |