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

Cheng Shihong then lifted her eyes to scrutinize the person opposite her, pure yet enchanting, a role capable of capturing a man's heart.


A flicker of disdain and disgust flashed in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.


The corners of her lips curled into a faint arc, and she spoke, "Mu Huan, aren't you going to introduce her to your mother?"


Mu Jinhuan maintained the same posture, his handsome face devoid of excessive expression, and indifferently said two words, "Nan Wan."


Nan Wan withdrew her hand from the man's grip, stood up, and placed the paper bag she held in her left hand on the table in front of Cheng Shihong, her demeanor generous and polite, "I hope Auntie and Uncle will like it."


Cheng Shihong glanced at it, then faintly smiled and said, "Don't be in a hurry to call us that."


102. I brought her back, not to seek your consent.