Red Madam

My fiancé's fireworks factory caused a fatal accident, leaving a debt of millions in compensation.

I sold our marital home and worked tirelessly day and night to help him repay the debt.

Yet, I unexpectedly encountered my fiancé, who was supposed to be working hard with me.

He was dressed in an expensive suit, embracing a little girl of about four or five years old from behind, as they together cut a gilded cake that stood half a man's height.

The cheers almost lifted the ceiling, "President Song truly dotes on his daughter; even her birthday cake is covered in gold leaf. The batch of fireworks that were just set off cost over a million."

I stood at the door with a fruit platter, stunned.

If the girl inside was Song Yanting's daughter, then who was the cold corpse in the hospital?


Nian Nian Never Returns

Bought Nian Nian's favorite princess dress.


And bought back all the toys I couldn't afford previously.


When I returned to the hospital with the dress and toys, I saw a middle-aged woman, dressed in luxury, pushing a young woman with bandaged eyes into the elevator with me.


Even though the upper half of her face was almost completely covered by bandages, I recognized her as Shen Ruotong.


"After some time, I'll take you back home. The families of the workers who died in the explosion might seek revenge on you."


"Why did you have to insist on ordering those dangerous fireworks?"


Shen Ruotong's voice was icy: "I didn't have to order those dangerous fireworks. I just wanted Jiang Wan's daughter dead! Who knew I got the timing wrong, didn't blow up that little bastard, and got the wrong person."


My body stiffened, unbelievingly turning my head to look at the Shen Family mother and daughter.


Chapter 8