Fluorescent purple

He was a prestigious man who dominated the Imperial Capital, cold and tyrannical, overshadowing everything with just a wave of his hand.
When he accidentally met her and began to dote on his wife, he spared not even his own mother.
Everyone envied her, yet they didn't know his adoration was truly exhausting her.
"You're not allowed to wear backless dresses, and skirts must not rise above the knee. No kissing scenes, no physical contact with male actors, and you must be home by eight o'clock every night."

My Wife is Mischievous Again!

Yan Luoxi staggered forward into the main hall of the birthday banquet, nearly losing her balance at the sight of the decor—a black and white photo of none other than Elder Li dangled from the white canopy in the center.


It had actually been turned into a memorial hall.


The malevolent atmosphere around her grew denser, and Yan Luoxi thought she could hear the sound of fists clenching. Many guests had already arrived and had been directed by Li Yeqi to rest in the courtyard, on Zhou Bei's orders.


Today was Elder Li's eightieth birthday banquet, and the Li Family couldn't afford such an embarrassment—if Elder Li saw this, he would likely have a stroke from fury. Who would be so malicious, to act so rashly at someone else's birthday feast?


Yan Luoxi turned to the man beside her with an iron-blue complexion and, with a hunch in her heart, already had a guess. In the Imperial Capital, who else harbored such deep hatred for the Lis?


Chapter 539 Would Rather Never Have Met (1)