The Pricey Tycoon’s Beloved Wife

That year, Zhuo Xuan was twenty-one.

Not long after coming of age, she lost everything.

No home, no family. All that remained in the whole world was loneliness...

With nothing left, she told herself:

Everything she had lost, she would take back, one thing at a time.

Everything they had gained, she would destroy, one thing at a time.

Five years later, Zhuo Xuan became Xuan Meng and returned to City Z as a talent agent.

Revenge! It starts now!

Scene One:

An abandoned factory was the perfect place for dark deeds.

It was so dilapidated that even the police couldn't be bothered to inspect it.

Click, click, click...

The clear sound of high heels drew closer.

The rusty iron door swung open, and an elegant woman walked in.

“Who are you?” The bound man lying on the ground, barely alive, looked at her in terror and demanded.

Xuan Meng walked over and crouched down. In a soft voice, she said, “I'm a ghost sent by the King of Hell.”

Scene Two:

“Let's get married.” The man embraced Xuan Meng from behind and whispered in her ear.

“Be good. Let's wait a little longer.”

“But we can't wait any longer.”

Xuan Meng turned around and looked at him in confusion.

The man smiled. His long fingers leisurely tidied her hair, then his broad palm settled over her belly, his expression as tender as water.

“The baby can't wait any longer~”

Xuan Meng froze for a second, then smiled faintly. “Wait a moment.” She walked past him to the door and gently shut it.

“Sweetheart, listen to me, ah!”

“No, wait a second...”

“No, no, no, don't hit my face... Ah!...”