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

As Jiang Muwan just stepped inside, she saw Ya Ying standing up beside the bed and saying to the two of them, "Grandfather wants to talk with your mom."


Jiang Muwan raised her brows slightly, although puzzled, she didn't ask.


Inside the bedroom, the atmosphere was momentarily silent.


Song Rong reached out to assist the old man up, allowing him to lean against the headboard, and even took his temperature. Seeing that the fever had subsided, she felt slightly relieved.


"I went to the Presidential Mansion today. Rongrong, have you ever regretted?"


These two sentences seem unrelated, but Song Rong understood them.


She heard the deeper meaning in the old man's words.


And vaguely guessed that someone at the Presidential Mansion had clearly spoken to the old man about something; otherwise, after more than twenty years, he wouldn't suddenly ask such a question.


440: He is also just flesh and blood_2