Happy Number One

After the real daughter of the Jiang family fell sick, she became stupid and insisted on marrying the cold-blooded, cruel, and crippled Fu Jiu.

Mother Jiang said, "So be it. She's a good-for-nothing anyway. I only asked her to marry in place of my sister."

Father Jiang: "After you marry him, remember to ask 9th master to help your sister find a better marriage."

The fake heiress said, "Sob, I feel so sorry for Sister, but… if you get beaten to death by the 9th master, the Fu family will compensate us a lot of money, right? I'm looking forward to it."

Jiang Li sneered. She bid farewell to her hypocritical family and brought her shabby dowry to the Fu family.

After having been reborn once, she knew very well that Fu Jiu was the only person who treated her well.

Everyone was waiting for Jiang Li to be beaten to death. Finally, one day, she was photographed by reporters and posted online.

"It's all your fault! You used so much force last night! The Jiang family is going to laugh at me again!"

Fu Jiuxiao said, "With me around, no one will dare to laugh at you. Moreover, I will make them pay back tenfold for the pain that the Jiang family has caused you!"

The Real Young Miss's Secret Identities Revealed

Xing Fei stayed up late last night and worked overtime. This day she was very sleepy and wanted to drink some coffee to refresh herself. Not long ago, she was yawning and did not notice that there was someone in front of her. In the end, she accidentally bumped into him.

The coffee spilled directly on Fu Zhongtian's high-end custom-made suit. Xing Fei was shocked when she saw that it was Fu Zhongtian in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Manager Fu."

Xing Fei kept apologizing, afraid that Fu Zhongtian would fire her out of anger. Even if Fu Zhongtian was no longer the acting president, his position as the second-in-command of the Fu Corporation was still there.

Fu Zhongtian was a little unhappy that his own suit was spilled with coffee, but when he thought of the image he had created over the past few days, Fu Zhongtian could only wear a gentle smile on his face.

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