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Master Duan’s Beloved Wife: A Lovely Spendthrift

Master Duan's Beloved Wife: A Lovely Spendthrift

Flying-Lines

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He Yueyu should have been thankful to what she had been blessed with, a pretty face, a slender figure, a super-rich family, and three handsome brothers who always love her. Bored with being a spendthrift, she wanted to live a life in her own way. The first time she tried to taste the forbidden fruit, she encountered Master Duan. A romantic love story ensued. "You've never done that? Let me teach you." Before he realized it, she was already on the top of him...

Chapter 1 : I'm Bored of Shopping

"I object..."

A girl's tender voice came out from the living room of a luxury villa.

The girl protesting at the moment, had a silky long hair and a pinky white Prada dress on her slim body, which highlighted her delicacy and nobleness.

Her almond eyes widened, glaring angrily at three handsome guys sitting in front of her. Her fair-skinned and delicate face flushed with dissatisfaction.

"It's not fair. I already got my driver's license three years ago. None of you have the right to forbid me from driving."

Ling Xiaoran, the girl's eldest brother, sat elegantly at the table of the luxurious dining room, having his breakfast leisurely.

He only gave a glance at this beauty for the question.

"If your memory system is working normally, you should remember how many penalty points have been recorded on your driver's license this year, and how many times the car has been repaired."

"Those were unexpected incidents..." The girl's voice obviously turned less confident.

" Your car hit the green belt without any blockage around. How did you manage to do that?"

Ling Junran, the second brother, shifted his gaze from the newspaper to the angry face of the beauty. "Yueyu, better accept Xiaoran's arrangement since your driving techniques are really terrible. In fact, I believe it is safer to have a chauffeur to serve you."

"Don't treat me like I'm still a kid. I have been twenty-two years old this year..."

Ling Weiran, the girl's youngest brother, slowly sipped the warm and fragrant milk. With the barest hint of a sly smile on his face, he said, "Little sister, to be honest, I really admire your destructive ability. In just two years, you have amazingly crashed six sports cars..."

"Weiran, will you be bored to death if you stop making fun of me?"

The girl, He Yueyu, felt speechless of the teases from her three brothers.

What had I done wrong in my last life should I be born into the Ling family? She thought.

The Ling's Group was one of the best companies in the world and its private assets had reached an astronomical eleven-digit number.

He Yueyu, following same surname as her mother, was the only and youngest daughter of Ling family, who had been spoiled since childhood.

However, since her parents passed away in a car accident when she was fourteen, her custody was handed over to her three brothers.

Everyone said it was happiest to have a brother, but her three overbearing ones decided everything for her and she had no choice but to obey their orders. To her, it was just like living in a jail.

Not long after she graduated from high school, she was sent to a noble women's college in Britain because they deemed it was safer to live in a place without boys, in case she was deceived by them.

Her eldest brother Ling Xiaoran gave her a Black Card before he left. Thanks to that, she had no idea about how much she had or should spend.

Her classmates regarded her as a typical spendthrift. For God's sake, it' s not her fault at all. She just hadn't been taught how to spend money moderately.

Ling Junran, her second brother, hired four bodyguards to accompany her all day. She really hated the feeling of being tracked and stalked. Therefore, her favorite game in Britain was to play hide and seek with the bodyguards.

However, her youngest brother Ling Weiran was the most dramatic one.

He called her every day to check what she had learned and even tried to make sure she had finished her homework on time.

Every time she heard the phone ringing, she would feel nervous. At last, she didn't even want to touch her cell phone.

After hundreds of miserable nights, she was finally released from the life as a prisoner.

She thought her life would be better when she returned home, but she didn't expect her life under the nose of her brothers would get even worse.

Her three brothers didn't allow her to do anything except spending money.

In just one month, the luxury goods she bought from the shopping mall could almost fill two rooms. She had been too exhausted physically and mentally to go shopping anymore.

Gradually, she realized that it was extremely boring to sponging off her family. An idea occurred to her mind. She wanted to find a job, but the premise of going out of this villa to work was to have a vehicle.

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