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

In the opulent and spacious living room in Wen Xuanming's home, where it was evident that much effort had gone into the decor, five or six people were seated. The one asking Wen Xuanming this question was a man among them wearing black-framed glasses, his hair short and unkempt. He looked quite ordinary in the face, but his attire was meticulous: a tailored black version of the Chinese tunic suit, impeccably neat, exuding a grave and solemn aura. Overall, he gave off an air of an unfathomably profound intellectual.


Wen Xuanming, sweating profusely, nodded. The man with glasses continued to question him, "It wasn't a peace offer?"


Wen Xuanming replied awkwardly with a strained smile, "It doesn't seem so..."


Instead, it felt like a precursor to a confrontation.


Chapter 164 Pleading is Useless_1