Eight Crows

Mr. Fu of Harbor City positions himself with one foot in Harbor City and the other in Macau City, capable of manipulating situations with just his hands.
Harbor City's gossip tabloids exposed that Mr. Fu has a secret wife.
Known for his romantic involvements, Mr. Fu has liaisons with beauty pageant winners, models, and socialites.
The entire Harbor City jokes about how his wife would be kicked out of the Fu family by any means necessary.
In the first year, an unprecedented snowfall in June took over Harbor City, dubbed by the press as a grand gesture from the boss to make his wife smile.
The second year, the press captured Mr. Fu arguing with his wife in the streets looking upset. People speculated their relationship was nearing its end. However, the next day, he was seen clinging to his wife's legs, crying, fussing, and showing affection.
The third year, rumors were rampant that Mr. Fu and his wife had been living separately for six months, and a divorce was imminent.
Soon after, a major announcement from the Fu family shocked the city.
Mr. Fu was delighted by the birth of a precious son.
While everyone congratulated him, Mr. Fu's expression was gloomy: not having embraced one for three years, he realized he was duped!

Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife

Fu Xingzhou snatched the phone from the bodyguard's hand. "This isn't something you need to worry about, I need to track this car, now, immediately."


"Fu, when I created this system for you, it was to ensure your safety..."


"Her safety is more important than mine." Fu Xingzhou paused. "I owe her this, even if she needs my life in return, I won't hesitate for a second."


"I never thought the day would come when the playboy I knew would also be trapped by love." Wushen sighed, knowing him to be a man of his word. "Understood, give me two minutes, and you'll know the car's location."


Fu Xingzhou anxiously glanced at the darkening sky.


Dark clouds gathered in the distance, a heavy rainstorm imminent.


He opened his phone to check the weather, it was a thunderstorm.


Fu Xingzhou's mood grew even more agitated, with even these short two minutes feeling unbearably long.


It was the sound of raindrops hitting the car windows.


Number 182: You are truly shameless