The Heiress and Her Cold-Faced God of Wealth

Jiang Cheng moved closer to Fu Wan, his strong hands wrapping around her slender waist as anger flashed in his eyes.

“Fu Wan, I can’t believe I’ve fallen for you!”

Fu Wan turned her face away, a hint of disdain on her lips.

“Mr. Jiang, don’t get so carried away with the role!”