A Grand Wedding in a Wealthy Family: The True Wife Arrives

What’s it like when a man who looks down on you all the time keeps pulling you into bed and making love to you? Before their wedding, the two of them were dining at a Western restaurant when a waitress picked a fight with her, a stranger. She fixed the waitress with a cool, haughty stare. “If I tell you I’m Young Master Jian’s wife, will you put your curiosity aside and get out of my sight right now?” They might not be in love, but from the moment she decided to return home and marry him, she would never allow anyone to question or disrespect her status as the young madam of the Jian family. “Love games may not be much fun, but we can play games in bed.” In the depths of winter, he stopped sleeping on the sofa and made her this offer. Fu Huan gave a faint smile. “Cross that line and you owe me a mansion.” “If it’s one mansion a night, you can pick out a few hundred and play with them first.” He suddenly reached up and hooked a hand behind her head, pressing his sensual lips against her soft ones. For her birthday, he gave her a book with a maple leaf tucked inside. Its vivid orange-red color outshone every word on the page. He designed a pair of plain rings engraved with the initials of their names. He drew her portrait on a blueprint, capturing the life in her eyes. At the group’s annual gala, he put his arm around her and told everyone, “My wife has finally come back. I’ve waited over three years for her.” Fu Huan felt... She could no longer quite read him.