Her only hope And the scorching terms that bind them. Lalisa Manoban has everything to lose after a disastrous relationship left her in ruin. She needs to save her family business, and the man she walked away from years ago might be the answer to all her prayers. If he accepts her outrageous emergency proposal! The passion between tycoon Jeon Jungkook and Lisa is far from dormant. Still, before he agrees to her scandalous deal, he has some conditions of his own. First, he wants a real marriage. Then, he wants an heir! P.S - This is not my story neither have i edited or translated it all rights reserved to the respectful author *DAILY UPDATED *

The media in Pingcheng was buzzing with rumors that the cynical young master of the Jeon family and the proud and willful young miss of the Ming family were engaged! There were pictures to prove it. In the photo, the young master of the Jeon family was dressed sharply in a suit, with a frivolous and carefree expression. The young miss of the Ming family held his arm, with her dark hair and red lips, appearing gentle and charming. They looked like a perfect couple.In response, their friends laughed it off: with their bickering relationship since childhood, the feeling of mutual annoyance is almost overflowing from the screen. Even if they get married, they would still play their own way. However, not long after, their friends unexpectedly raided Jungkook's apartment. Jungkook casually stood at the door, wearing loose pajamas, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking impatient and indifferent. Before their friends could say anything, they saw a fair and tender hand reaching over from behind the man and wrapping around his waist. The is proud young lady with her eyes close, nuzzled against his arm, her voice gentle and sleepy, "Who is it?" Jungkook raised his hand and gently touched her hair, his voice indifferent yet gentle, "Wrong door, go back to sleep." Friends: "???" The cynical young master x the fair and beautiful little peacock -My encounter with the rose began amidst thorns. [ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!!] CREDITS TO THE AUTHOR AND TRANSLATOR Author(s) Today 今様

Recently, Jeon Jungkook has been making food deliveries to Lalisa Manoban. After delivering takeout after takeout, he eventually becomes the delivery. ----- THIS IS NOT MY STORY NOR DID I TRANSLATE THIS. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER. Such as some name of characters, places have changed. Author - Ban Li Zi, Chestnut English Translator - Slow Day

The foundation of South Korea's high society is money, power, and marriage. His marriage was considered a mere 'contract' between the fathers. So it didn't matter who the bride was going to be. Pretty or ugly, addicted to shopping or depressed, promiscuous or virtuous. The important thing was what the bride would bring to the table. However, she was different. He recalled Lisa, who had been sitting so gracefully in front of the magnolia tree. Her white, slender face, pure smile, and her brown eyes looking at him. Crack. His chest hurt. Damn it, it hurt so much that he began to curse. *** Their bodies perfectly became one. Their entangled bodies, legs interlocked, embracing each other. They moved as one as if they were searching for salvation. "If you begin seeing another man, I'll kill you." He sharply bit the nape of her neck. "I'm warning you now, but I'll really kill you. Don't even look at them. Don't talk to them. Don't even acknowledge their presence." Lisa let out a soft moan and couldn't respond. In the night, a spring night where the heavy darkness dripped down like paint, the room was brimming with passion. __________________________________________ DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THIS WORK. CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNER OF THIS BOOK. A Lizkook Adaptation __________________________________________

ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ᴀᴛ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ꜱᴏ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ' ᴅᴏʀᴍꜱ.ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇꜱᴛᴏꜱᴛᴇʀᴏɴᴇ-ꜰᴜᴇʟᴇᴅ ɢᴜʏꜱ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴇᴅɢᴇ, ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ɢɪʀʟꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴏʀᴍ.ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ,ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴᴀʟ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴀꜱɪɴ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴋ ʙᴏxᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪx-ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴀʙꜱ.ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴛʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴀᴄᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛɢᴏᴡɴ. ʟɪꜱᴀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴀʙꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ, "ᴇxᴄᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍɪᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟ. ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴜꜱ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛᴇʀ?""ꜱᴜʀᴇ," ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱɪɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ. ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰʀᴇᴇ, ꜱɪʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏʙᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴇʀɢᴇᴛɪᴄ, ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ. [ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!!] CREDITS TO THE AUTHOR AND TRANSLATOR Author(s) Chunfeng Liuhuo 春风榴火