PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS - Chapter 827: Gifts from the Piersons

In the year 1368, at the end of July, deep crimson shall descend from the heavens.

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A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daughter of the Chu clan?

Warning: 17++++This story involves Bdsm, a sadistic pervert Alpha boss and his cute pouty step brother omega who loves him just as he comes.***Ambitious young designer Kang Ye Jun joins Choi Advertising brimming with dreams, only to run headfirst into a tyrannical superior, Choi Si woo.No weekends off, constant availability around the clock, endless overtime that drains every ounce of energy no social life whatsoever, that's already brutal;the absolute worst part is that no matter how hard he tries, in the eyes of this hyper-critical director, everything he creates is flawed and unacceptable!After swallowing endless humiliation, Ye jun finally snaps: “Just because I stay quiet doesn't mean I'm some harmless pushover!I’m done! I quit!”What?! Quitting triggers a massive penalty clause worth millions?! That's insane! Can't we just separate on good terms?Since resignation isn't an option, Kang Ye jun decides to gamble everything and pull off the one move no subordinate would ever dare, seduce and sleep with the devil himself!Choi Si woo, creative director at Seohan Advertising, is a legendary figure in the industry and an untouchable elite bachelor.His professional brilliance is unmatched, but his personality is pure poison, earning him the infamous moniker “The Ice-Cold Devil in a Tailored Suit.”Yet beneath that aloof, ruthless exterior lies a deeply buried, unspeakable kink he guards fiercely.When this explosive secret gets uncovered by his sharp-eyed subordinate Kang, what fate awaits the once-impenetrable Choi?

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.