The Foolish Bride: This CEO Is a Little Stingy

The usually proud and icy President Lu clutched Jiang Muqing tightly and complained, looking aggrieved. “Qingqing, nobody likes me. You’re the only one.”

Assistant Yin muttered from the side: “President, could you have some self-respect? So many women in Jincheng like you and throw themselves at you. Haven’t you noticed?”

That night, poor Lu Yun promptly pinned down the person trying to escape. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Jiang Muqing: “It’s too cramped. I’m going to sleep in the next room.”

Lu Yun: “The door’s locked. You can’t get out. You know exactly what I mean, right?”

Jiang Muqing: “Could you have some self-respect?”

Lu Yun: “I don’t need self-respect. I need you.”

Jiang Muqing glared fiercely at the shameless man before her.

Lu Yun tipped up her chin with a wicked smile and said smugly, “Glare all you want. I won’t go easy on you.”

The next morning, Jiang Muqing woke up in bed, barely clinging to life.