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 was kicked out, feeling like a fire had been lost inside her, and she found today's blazing sun excruciatingly bright. As all the troubles piled up, she went to wipe her sweat with a tissue, her fingers brushing against that envelope.


As if possessed, she opened the envelope and upon seeing the repair costs inside, her body swayed.


Suddenly, a strong hand gripped her shoulder, and Han Zheng's distinct voice reached her ears, "You look so pale. Did you get heatstroke?"


Yan Luoxi turned around and saw Han Zheng, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans, standing behind her. She subconsciously tucked away the repair bill and forced a smile, "No, I didn't."


The seven-figure repair cost was enough to buy a Bentley. Was the car owner trying to rob her?


Han Zheng narrowed his eyes, noticing her subconscious actions. He asked, "What are you doing here?"


Chapter 732: A Sheep into the Tiger's Mouth (3)