Li Buyan

Black-bellied, sharp-tongued business tyrant vs. adorably cunning, deceptively soft beauty
【Let the evil meet their fate, and if fate doesn't take its course, I'll do it for you】
It was rumored in C City that the merchant Gu Jiangnian was a master of strategy and profit, where every move was made for gain.
But everyone at Junhua knew, Director Gu sought not only profit but also people.
To what extent?
Want money, send money; want someone, send someone; you fight, I guard the door; you brawl, I support you.
Before marriage, she was the least favored miss of the Jiang family, battling alone against her cruel stepmother and adulterous father, with her daily work: brawl! Brawl! And brawl some more!
After marriage, she was the beloved little ancestor of the Gu Mansion, pampered and protected in the palm of the master's hand, too precious to let others bully, with her daily work: cling to powerful coattails! Cling! And cling some more!
【Post-marriage daily life one】
One day, Mrs. Gu was ill and had lost her appetite. Mr. Gu canceled his appointments to return home, sat in front of her, and coldly stared, his words icy: “Didn’t you say I was a feast for the eyes? Eat!”
【Post-marriage daily life two】
Mrs. Gu found herself in a tight spot, attacked by the public, when a reporter relentlessly pursued Gu Jiangnian asking, “As Junhua’s director and C City’s wealthiest Mr. Gu, what is your opinion on Mrs. Gu's attempt to run over her own biological father?”
The man paused abruptly, his face cold as he slowly and deliberately said, “She's spoiled by me. What’s it to you?”
Without waiting for the reporter to answer, he arrogantly continued, “Even if you have an opinion, keep it to yourself. My woman, Gu Jiangnian’s woman, is not subject to your criticism.”

The Ceo‘s Caged Melody

If you were to ask Jiang Muwan to describe this moment and this scene,


On the highway, just as the two were about to meet and had not yet finished catching up,


this sudden car accident interrupted them.


Jiang Muwan clutched the armrest in terror, her complexion slightly pale.


Beside her, the man swore unexpectedly.


Ahead, a neatly-arranged caravan of black Lincolns proceeded at a steady pace.


Inside the car, Xu Fang gripped the steering wheel, his palms slick with cold sweat.


Glancing through the rearview mirror at the vehicle flashing its hazard lights behind him, his heart sank slightly.


Recalling the events a few minutes earlier, Xu Fang felt the air in the car oppressive; the man lounging in the back seat had a sullen look, the veins on the back of his folded hands bulged, and an aura of gloom enveloped him.


A few seconds------the silence in the car was broken by the ringing of a cellphone, yet the man seemed not to hear it.


Chapter 53: How Unlucky?