In order to get out of that ridiculous business marriage, Wen Ning decided to take the initiative, direct a "cheating" drama, and tear up the engagement with her own hands.
She broke into her fiancé's box, climbed on the man's neck, and breathed softly into his ear: "Uncle, I heard that your nephew is not good, why not... You instead?"
In the darkness, the corner of the man's mouth curved into a dangerous arc.
When the lights came on and he could see the face that turned all living beings upside down, he felt as warm as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
She flirted with the wrong person!
The person in front of me is actually the true power holder of my fiancé's fiancé, who is rumored to be ascetic and violent, and who single-handedly created the Xie family's business empire—Xie Zonglan!
Wen Ning was so frightened that her legs went weak and she wanted to run away, but was tightly restrained in the man's arms like iron pincers.
He twirled the beads on his wrist carelessly, his eyes dark, his hot breath blowing on the side of her neck, his voice low and paranoid:
"Playing with fire? Then you have to afford it."
"Since you take the initiative to provoke me, you will never leave my world again in this life."
Everyone said that the ninth master of the Xie family was the god who cut off all emotions and desires, but little did they know that he had already weaved a trap called "pampering" step by step for her, a bold little wild cat.
