Qiao Chen is the living King of Hell in the capital, a powerful man both men and women try to attach themselves to. When Ninth Master Qiao is in a good mood, he can give people both wealth and influence. When he’s in a bad mood, even the weather in the capital changes. Worse still, someone once sent him a woman who looked just like the first love he’d cherished in his youth. He flew into a rage and scared the poor girl so badly she ended up in a psychiatric hospital.
Jiang Shuangshuang thought Qiao Chen was too quick to judge, so she decided to give him time to cool off. Instead, the two of them cooled off so much they lost each other.
Jiang Shuangshuang wondered how someone who’d been walking a road strewn with roses could come back to find that she couldn’t sleep at night or get up in the morning. Every day, she was punished with kisses.
“Trying to run? No way. Youyou, do you think I wouldn’t dare lock you up?”
“You’ve been naughty again today. You kept staring at that guy on the red carpet for eight seconds. Does he have an eight-pack? Is he stronger than your husband? You looked at him for eight seconds, so tonight you’re mine for eight hours.” Qiao Chen kissed Jiang Shuangshuang’s earlobe.
Jiang Shuangshuang was so scared she wanted to run away again.
Who can escape the heavens? What goes around comes around.
The mischievous Youyou keeps trying to make Qiao Chen hate her. What should she do? Somehow, he only loves her more, and now he wants to have a baby with her.
