Mr. Fu, Your Wife Is Pretending to Be Weak Again.

Fu Yanzhi, the prince of Beijing, was cold, dignified and cruel, but he hated Jiang Nanyuan extremely. In the first meeting, she poured red wine all over him, and he held her chin: "Jiang Nanyuan, your hard-to-get trick is very low-level." Over the years that followed, he broke her paintbrush with his own hands, broke her engagement, and confined her to his side, which was extremely humiliating. Everyone thought he hated her. Until that night, the young master of the Lu family, Lu Xingye, knelt in front of her with a rose in his hand, as pious as looking up to a god: "Yuan Yuan, come with me, I will make you the happiest woman in the whole capital." On the other side, childhood sweetheart Shen Tingwan threw the pregnancy test report on Fu Yanzhi's desk, with a sickly obsession in his eyes: "Brother Yanzhi, you can only be mine." Jiang Nanyuan watched the farce with cold eyes and threw a diamond ring into Fu Yanzhi's red wine glass: "Fu Yanzhi, the game is over." But his eyes turned red, and he pressed her against the corner, his voice hoarse: "Jiang Nanyuan, do you dare to love others... And try?"