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

"Miss Nan, you've eaten so little. Is it because my breakfast doesn't suit your taste?"


Nan Wan heard this, looked up at her, and said lightly, "No, it's fine."


"Pregnancy is hard enough. If you don't get enough nutrition, your body will surely suffer, and Mr. Mu will be heartbroken."


Nan Wan propped her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm, and turned her gaze to the person sitting opposite, smiling slightly, "Is that so?"


The rising tone in her voice added a touch of playfulness.


Mu Jin Huan put down his teacup, stood up, and walked over to the woman with his long strides.


He raised his hand to fix her loose hair, and without pulling away, gently stroked her delicate skin with his fingertips. His thin lips curved into a faint smile, "Mrs. Mu, are you complaining that I don't care enough about you?"


His deep, pleasant voice and intimate actions created an atmosphere of lingering ambiguity.


110. Mrs. Mu, are you complaining that I don't feel sorry for you?