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

But it was precisely this tenuous blood relation that left her with no choice.


During that brief half-month in the Capital, every night was sleepless.


Jiang Lin heard her and nodded, "Take care of your health."


"Thank you for your concern, President Jiang," she responded, her words still polite and distant.


Even if Jiang Lin didn't want to hear it at the moment, it seemed there was nothing he could do, for hadn't he brought it upon himself?


"Come home for dinner tonight; Grandfather might not say it, but he probably has his opinions."


"Alright," she answered, concise and to the point.


Without any intention of further conversation.


Jiang Muwan quenched the faint sparks emerging from Jiang Lin with her indifference.


In a moment of clarity, Jiang Lin saw a glimpse of Song Rong in Jiang Muwan.


Lofty, proud, a noble birth had endowed her with an inherent disdain for the common folk.


Chapter 123: Mass Release (Part 3)_2