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

Liu An had already tried his best to concentrate on the road ahead, but when the words drifted into his ears, he still felt an urge to jump out of the car.


If the future Mrs. President hits him again, he might become the first person on earth to die of embarrassment, and maybe even become famous.


Mu Jin Huan knew she was talking nonsense, but he still followed up on her words, "Can't wait?"


The car was warm, and she was wrapped in an overcoat, yet her hands remained icy cold.


A small bundle, soft to the touch, resting in his palm.


Nan Wan lazily replied, "For the sake of tomorrow's headline civility, I can make an exception and wait a little longer."


If the Mu Family got too mad, the wedding might just turn into a funeral.


Mu Jin Huan adjusted the coat draped over her shoulders, his handsome face carved with gentle features, "Eat a little more in the future."


095. Be good, I'm a bit tired, keep me company and rest for a while.