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 froze, searching her mind for the promise she had made to Han Zheng, but Uncle Zhong's interruption had tangled her thoughts. She said slowly, "Han Zheng, I..."


Han Zheng's frown deepened. "You couldn't have forgotten our agreement, could you?"


His tone was very displeased. Even through the phone waves, Yan Luoxi could imagine the furrow on his brow. She sighed, "Xiaoling fell today and suffered a mild concussion, so we might have to cancel our agreement."


The frown on Han Zheng's face relaxed. "I'll come over and see him later."


"Hanging up now." Without further explanation, Han Zheng ended the call.


Yan Luoxi let her arm fall, and upon seeing the computer, she remembered the project plan. His harsh words echoed in her head, and she hurriedly put down her phone to turn on the computer and reviewed the project plan once more, taking a long breath.


Chapter 738 Reset Everything (1)