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

"Are you that afraid of upsetting her? Is it because of her that you don't even dare to make a single female friend?"


Zhuo Wen still had her arms crossed, her voice not exactly loud, but every word carried a seriousness.


Mu Yichen lifted his head but had to admit that it was the truth.


Zhuo Wen opened her mouth in disbelief and finally let out a mocking laugh, "So from now on, you won't even talk to me at home? Mu Yichen, this is so not like you! Our relationship isn't something that needs to be hidden, why can't we even talk? There was nothing to it, but you're making it seem shady."


Zhuo Wen began muttering, growing angrier as she spoke.


"Just bear with it! For Grandpa, and for yourself."


After saying that, Zhuo Wen walked past him and then opened his car.


Qiao Yi, who was going to drive, sat up front. He hadn't expected Zhuo Wen to come in and asked with a submissive air, "Miss Zhuo, where would you like to go?"


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