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

People are of two kinds, one with a past, and the other without.


Some choose to numb themselves through the long years, forgetting their pasts.


Others choose to take their past and knead it with reality, composing a new chapter.


Jiang Muwan, undoubtedly, was of the latter kind.


In early September, Huazhong was in turmoil, its stock market leaping more erratically than an old man's EKG.


And Jiang Muwan, seated in the study at Lanjun Residence and staring at her computer screen, was ready to execute a bloodbath on Huazhong.


Jiang Muwan, as a person, was too indifferent.


Having failed to kill the textile endeavor, she had sent the old man to the hospital with the back of her hand, and now, sat ready to reap the benefits amidst the turmoil.


What was the life and death of others to her?


All she wanted was Huazhong, and everything that the Jiang Family now possessed.


The things that should have belonged to her.


Chapter 94: In My Life, I Cannot Stand Constraints