Transmigrated as the Wicked First Wife, I Cling to My Husband’s Coattails

According to the original story, after this argument, Chen Yanheng would give up on her completely and send her away before long...

No! Absolutely not!

Who was Chen Yanheng? The future business tycoon and richest man in Jinchuan City! She had finally transmigrated into this story, and there was no way she would follow in the original heroine’s footsteps!

Cling to her factory-director husband’s coattails and enjoy a comfortable life. That was her only way to survive!

Steady footsteps sounded outside, drawing closer.

Chen Yanheng was home from work!

Ruan Qingwan’s heart leaped into her throat. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She had only one chance to change his impression of her!

The door creaked open.

A tall figure stood silhouetted in the doorway, his broad shoulders and narrow waist outlined by a hazy halo of light. He took off his jacket, which smelled of machine oil from the factory, and hung it on the rack behind the door, moving at an unhurried pace.

As he stepped into the light, Ruan Qingwan got a clear look at his face.