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

After Nan Wan finished speaking, the car was silent for a long, long time.


She didn't look at the man's expression, neither retracting her words nor continuing.


The air seemed to hold an invisible confrontation, a clash of swords and spears, neither willing to concede.


After the car came off the overpass, Nan Wan pressed her lips together and broke the silence, "Stop at the next intersection."


In this atmosphere of mutual cold war, even breathing was difficult.


After a few minutes, the car didn't slow down, and the buildings on either side of the road continued to retreat rapidly.


Nan Wan raised her voice, "Mu Jin Huan, I said stop the car."


Mu Jin Huan's expression was impassive, his deep black eyes seemed soaked in ice, and his sharply defined features appeared even more relentless.


His thin lips slightly parted, and he indifferently uttered two words, "Shut up."


104. What the eyes see is not necessarily true.