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

Jiang Muwan slowly removed the cigarette from her lips and scoffed, "Does Mr. Ming think I'm a beggar?"


"Then President Song, name your price," probably having experienced the sharpness of this woman's tongue, Ming He took a conservative approach.


Parting her thin lips, she spoke slowly, "One billion."


At her words, Ming He inhaled sharply as though hearing some joke, and a cold laugh spilled from his throat, "Why doesn't President Song just rob a bank?"


"I thought Mr. Ming was going to suggest that I open a casino!" It had been proven in fact that not even robbing a bank could net one nine billion RMB; even if you did, you wouldn't be able to carry it all away. However, opening a casino could easily bring in that amount, fast and above board, not to mention legal.


Jiang Muwan's mouth could mock anyone and anything, no one was spared.


Nor was today an exception; she was truly in a bad mood.


"Why must President Song make things difficult for us debt collectors?"


Chapter 122: Mass Release (Part 2)_6