Gentle Breeze Loving the Drifting Snow

At twenty, she had a child in secret.
At twenty-two, she was discreetly married into a wealthy family.
Qin Mu lost her mother at the age of seven and was sent abroad by her unscrupulous father when she was only eight. Little did she expect her future to be so bright, she decided to climb up on Mu General's shoulders with great strides.
Mu Yichen went from being Rongcheng's top heartthrob to its youngest tycoon—arrogant and wise, unfathomable, yet he somehow fell into the hands of a little lass.
——
About marriage.
"Mu Yichen, we are just—friends!"
"That can't be the reason you reject me!"
Qin Mu was scared stiff, as Mu General rudely carried her off to the marriage registration office, to sign, to stamp, to get the certificate!
——
Hidden marriage for too long.
"If you say our daughter is adopted from the orphanage, I won't argue with you, but when will you make me public?" In broad daylight, Mu General pinned Mrs. Mu against the corner wall, threatening her with a devilish charm.
"Depends on your performance!" Mrs. Mu smirked, and the next moment, she counterattacked Mu General.
"Quick, cover your eyes!" Mu Baby, who had been ignored on the side, immediately covered her eyes.

His Beloved Treasure

"Me, go with you? It's just downstairs in the visitor's lounge, and what about this place if I leave? I can't leave here unattended, and Xiaozhan isn't here."


Xiaozhan is the assistant to the secretary at the creek, and if the creek secretary isn't there, she would usually be here keeping watch.


The creek secretary turned her head, pulled back her chair, and sat down at her own desk. As soon as she finished speaking, she was already seriously facing the computer, her fingers casually tapping on the keyboard, looking very earnest.


After hearing this, Qiao Yi looked straight at her.


How long had the two of them been like this?


Abnormal communication, just like this...


He nodded and then, putting down what he had in his hands, strode toward the elevator.


The secretary's fingers were still on the keyboard, her eyes fixed on the laptop screen, but her heart was already surrounded by pain.


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