The nightingale lives

When the pure lotus provoked her, she slapped her instantly, "It's just a pair of worn-out shoes. If you want them so desperately, take them and wear them."
President Jones intruded with a cheeky face, "Wife, even if they're worn-out shoes, I'd only let you wear them."
"Scram!"
...
【One man, one woman】Four years ago, she left in fury with the bun in her oven. Four years later—
"Uncle, I noticed that your face has a gloomy look, it looks like you have excessive liver heat. It's obvious you lack a wife. Do you want to get to know my mommy?"
The president who remained aloof from women looking at his mini-me, his eyes deepened. He immediately packed up the mother and child, and brought them back home, pampered them to the point of annoying everyone.
Someone asked, "President Jones, isn't this a bit too unreasonable?"
The president smirked coldly, "You expect me to be reasonable when pleasing my wife?"
This is a story about an overbearing President Jones, who's fiercely dominant, and unreasonable in pampering his wife.

Relentless Pursuit After Divorce

Hours had passed, yet Adam Jones's foul mood remained unchanged. The image of Elly Campbell tenderly calling another man "baby" gnawed at him, fraying his nerves.


Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, he cradled a glass of red wine. His tall figure was mirrored in the glass, but his eyes, seemingly empty, held a sorrow too deep to fade.


His defined knuckles gripped the stem of the wine glass with precise pressure, his fingertips tensing as if on the verge of snapping the delicate glass.


The memory of Elly Campbell avoiding his gaze, guilt flickering in her eyes when he asked about that man, only fueled Adam's restless frustration.


He lifted the glass and downed half the red wine in one gulp, but it did nothing to quell the smoldering fire in his chest—if anything, the flames burned even hotter.


His gaze fell on the phone resting on the glass table beside him. On impulse, he picked it up to call Elly Campbell, only to realize—he didn't even have her number.


021. The Car Rear-Ended