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

Such warmhearted concern, and the forceful exploration on the sofa earlier, are two completely different modes.


Nan Wan paused for a moment, then accepted it, swallowed the pills with warm water.


Pressed her lips together, she broke the awkward atmosphere, "Are you coming or not? If you're coming, hurry up. If not, I'm going to sleep."


Mu Jin Huan's eyes were calm, without the slightest ripple, his voice slightly deep, magnetic and mellow, "Go to sleep, I won't bother you."


There was only one bed in the room, and she was too lazy to do something pretentious like sleeping on the sofa, and with his status, he couldn't possibly lower himself.


So, on this long night, with just the two of them, were they going to lie under the quilt and chat innocently?


But at that time, Nan Wan hadn't realized that for three years, Mu Jin Huan had slept in a single bed in the army; for nearly six months, he had slept on a hard wooden bed in prison.


098. She only makes a slight movement, and he will immediately awaken.