LonelyDreamSeeker

People were jealous of her. An orphan married into a wealthy family and had a handsome, gentle, and wealthy husband.
Little did they know, they slept in the same bed but had different dreams, and seldom communicated.
People think his husband is perfect, but only she knows that he calls out other women's names in his dreams.
Even though she gave birth to twins, she didn't touch him.
So she filed for divorce.
Finding his wife abandoning her children and property just to be separated from him, he suddenly felt anxious.
When he returned home, he found only the hungry children waiting to be fed, and the bed was also so cold. A luxurious villa without a wife is just a pile of steel and concrete. He suddenly realized that he had already fallen in love with her, but she had become his unattainable heiress.
She said, "Sir, you have to queue up to chase me. You'd better go back and take care of your children."
He held his two children and smiled, "The children are too young to live without their mother. Let's give them back to you."
When the servant brought the children's luggage into the house, he emerged from a huge cardboard box and said, "I am the children's doll, and you can also think of me as an intelligent robot - with a complimentary warm bed service."
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CEO Daddy Begs Mommy for Remarriage

This bastard never treated his own wife as a person; he was nothing but a beast, domineeringly possessing her for his own selfish desires.


It was precisely because he saw that Mu Wanqing was alone and without support that he dared to be so brazen!


Had it been an equally matched lady from a prominent family, he wouldn't have dared to be so blatantly outrageous!


After figuring everything out, Zhou Yiru became even more determined to help Mu Wanqing escape this sea of suffering!


Even if it was to seek justice on behalf of the wronged, he would ensure that Mu Wanqing got away from this perverted demon!


The creaking sound suddenly quickened, and even the noise of the headboard banging against the wall became intense—then suddenly, everything stopped.


Moments later, muffled low sobs faintly drifted through.


There was no need to wonder who was crying.


Chapter 92: A Backhanded Slap Comes Flying