The CEO's Many Ways of Spoiling His Wife

On a rainy night, Qiao Xuanran, drenched from head to toe, scrambled out of the trunk of Mu Dongting’s car in a sorry state. “Sir, please save me!” Mu Dongting’s voice was cold and detached. “Why should I?” With her life on the line, Qiao Xuanran could only try a roundabout approach. She put on a fawning smile. “How about I marry you?” “Marry me?” Mu Dongting raised an eyebrow, his long fingers coming to rest on the ID badge she wore. “Qiao…” He paused, looked her over, then let out a cold laugh. “You’re not even qualified.” ----Later, at a banquet, Mu Dongting cornered Qiao Xuanran in a cramped restroom. Gripping her chin, he demanded in a hoarse voice, “Where have you been hiding all these years? Hmm?” Qiao Xuanran indifferently knocked his hand away. “Who are you?” Mu Dongting’s fury showed plainly as he tightened his grip around her waist. “You changed clothes and now you don’t recognize me?”