Candied beans

The first time Nan Wan saw this man, she knew he had a "sickness," and it was the terminal kind.
Coincidentally, she did too.
He needed a wife who could help stabilize his career, she needed a husband who could pull her out of hell.
He had a criminal record, she had an ex-husband, just perfectly matched.
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Originally, those disdainful looks gradually turned into envy.
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One day, a piece of news spread about the beautiful woman of the past passing away, and all the evidence pointed to Mrs. Mu.
Everyone speculated that this marriage would come to an end, and even Nan Wan thought so too.
However, Mr. Mu said to her, “Wanwan, I need you.”
So, the days in prison didn’t seem as unbearable as imagined.

Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love

Su Zhengyu's gaze blatantly lingered on the faintly visible pale softness of the woman, his fingers slowly caressing her waist, then moved closer to her ear, deliberately lowering his voice, "Guess what I'm thinking?"


The alcoholic warmth sprayed over, and Nan Wan just felt waves of nausea rolling inside her, her eyes cold, but a faint smile remained on her face.


Without answering, she exerted a bit of force, trying to move herself away, yet the arm around her lower back suddenly tightened, pulling her closer to him.


Su Zhengyu twisted a strand of hair by her ear, playing with it lazily and idly, a wicked look flashing in his eyes, "In these five minutes, I've been thinking nonsense, from whether I can get a room with you tonight, to how long a sentence for rape would be if you weren't willing."


Nan Wan raised her eyes, the smile on her face becoming more brilliant, her voice a light mockery, "All this time, you still haven't made any progress."


092. Mr. Mu, please dance with me.