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

On the streets of C City during the scorching Dog Days of June, the temperature of the ground was extremely high. Even with the air conditioning on, the taxi felt unbearably hot as it drove along.


Song Rong's life had hurried past sixteen years. When she set foot in C City, she felt a surreal sensation that was not only psychological but also visual.


The year she left C City, the streets were not as wide as they are now, but traffic jams were hardly an issue.


Now, returning once again, the road from the airport to the municipal government, with its six lanes in one direction, was congested to the point of immobility.


Even the C City taxi drivers, known for their skill in weaving through streets and alleys, could only sigh in resignation amidst the vast sea of cars.


Song Rong was sitting in the back seat, staring at the congested traffic.


Her hand, resting on her knee, tapped lightly on it.


Chapter 317: Real or Fake?