Gui Mushuang

A woman flipped through a magazine, a rare spark of interest flickering in her usually indifferent eyes, "Hey, hubby, look, you and I made it onto the same ranking list." 
A man raised an eyebrow, "Oh, what list?"
"The global top ten dream lovers for women, you're first, and I'm fifth!"
"......"
His power and wealth were overwhelming, his status was noble, and his demeanor was both brutal and ruthless.
She was carefree and unruly, free-spirited and unconstrained, standing apart from the world, cold and indifferent.
He loved her deeply and she cherished him to the bone, lovers who should have been able to have a perfect life.

The Dominant Mr Mu

When Musheng came downstairs, her face was a mask of frost.


She clutched her phone, sweat pooling in her palms, yet there was a kind of soul-lost look in her eyes.


She walked straight down, and on the broad avenue traffic came and went. She waved her hand, intending to hail a taxi, when a silver sedan drove straight towards her. With its distinguished emblem, the car's window slowly rolled down, revealing a face whose beauty made the passing years seem pale in comparison.


It was a crisp, cool yet enchanting voice, seemingly neutralizing some of Musheng's own coldness. With a stony-faced glare, Musheng stared at the person inside the car. "Did you have someone make the call?"


Chapter 23 You Just Assume I'm Not Dead 2_1