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

Still in the break room, Gu Jiangnian leaned against the big bed, half-naked, his gaze sweeping over the room full of red Mao Zedong portraits.


His expression was icy cold, exuding a bone-chilling aura as if he wanted to kill someone.


Jiang Muwan treated him like a prostitute.


Outside the room, Xu Fang leaned against the wall smoking. Hearing the office door open, he looked back and saw Jiang Muwan with a gloomy face,


her cold eyes brimming with overwhelming murderous intent as she looked his way, causing Xu Fang's hand, raised in the midst of smoking, to freeze in midair. He looked at her, speechless for a long moment.


Jiang Muwan was not someone to be trifled with, Xu Fang had learned that long ago.


A pushover would not plan every move with such precision, creating a tightly interlocked strategy.


"Where's Fu Jing?" asked Jiang Muwan, her voice chilly as ice, which snapped Xu Fang back to reality.


"Lanjun Residence," Xu Fang answered truthfully.


Chapter 82: Pharmacy