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Yu Fei was sabotaged by her peers at a celebratory gala. They pushed her into a hotel room, but it turned out to be the wrong one! The four men who were hired ended up waiting for nothing the entire night. Meanwhile, Yu Fei found herself crossing paths with the noblest and most dangerous man in Nan City!

Ever since then, the cold Mr. Feng began pampering his wife endlessly. She liked making movies, and so he casually invested several hundred million. He'd let her become an internationally acclaimed director and celebrity if that's what she wanted!

"I, Feng Yi, want to pamper this woman. Does anybody have a problem with that?" Mr. Feng asked.

One day, a reporter asked him this question. "Mr. Feng, what do you do when you get home each day?"

"I spend time with my wife," he answered.

"Are you showing your affection for her?" The audience thought out loud.

"Mr. Feng, what's your hobby?" The reporter asked.

"Spending time with my wife," he answered.

"That's impossible... Absolutely impossible!" The audience exclaimed.

"Mr. Feng, what is most important to you?" The reporter asked.

"Spending time with my wife," he answered.

"Do you think you're the only person with a wife?" The audience asked.

The bigshot, who was rumored to be a cold and merciless man, actually loved his wife to pieces. His greatest hobby was to pamper his wife in every way imaginable!

After Entering the Wrong Room, I Became Mr. Feng's Wife

Everyone in the business world knew that the Feng Corporation's salary was the best. Everyone who could work in the Feng Corporation was the best among the elites. However, while the salary was high, the work pressure was also huge. They had a perfectionist President.

Director Qian held his breath and said nervously," President Feng, look..."

"This is the proposal that your planning department has been working on for a month?" Feng Yi narrowed his eyes.

A rhetorical question. The sweat on Director Qian's forehead increased. He reached out to wipe it, but he could not wipe it off. His face was covered in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of water. "... Yes."

Feng Yi's thin lips curled up as he smiled at the sweaty Director Qian. His voice was calm and emotionless. "So, the planning department racked their brains for a month and came up with such a pile of trash?"

The Perfectionist President