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

A person without means, how could she have driven away the legitimate wife?


A person without means, how would she have legitimized the mistress so thoroughly?


Jiang Lin as a person, a myriad of deaths could not quell the hatred in her heart.


He pressed down on her head, wanting her to silently suffer this loss, but how could that be?


Jiang Muwan, how could she be someone who would silently swallow such a loss?


When Fu Jing was spouting obscenities to the sky, Jiang Muwan stood up very calmly, and in a gentle tone, said, "Go to sleep!"


"You can still sleep? You have a heart bigger than the sky?" Fu Jing glared back at the person about to walk into the bedroom, almost roaring this sentence out.


"The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridgehead."


"With such a Buddhist mindset, why don't you go to Mount Putuo to become a nun?"


Bang—the response to Fu Jing was the crisp sound of a door closing.


Chapter 67: Sitting at home, a pot comes from the sky