A Grand Marriage into the Wealthy Family: The Real Wife Arrives

What’s it like when the man who looks down on you all day keeps dragging you into bed and tangling with you? Before their wedding, the two of them were dining at a Western restaurant when a waitress challenged her. She fixed the waitress with a cool, proud stare. “If I tell you I’m Young Master Jian’s wife, can you satisfy your curiosity and get out of my sight?” They might not be in love, but the moment she decided to return home and marry him, she refused to let anyone question or disrespect her as the young mistress of the Jian family. “Romantic games aren’t much fun, but we can play games in bed.” In the depths of winter, he stopped sleeping on the sofa and made that proposal. 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, hooked a hand behind her head, and pressed his sensual lips against hers. For her birthday, he gave her a book with a maple leaf tucked inside. Its brilliant orange-red color outshone every word on the page. He designed a pair of plain wedding bands engraved with their initials. He sketched her on a design draft, capturing the life in her eyes. At the company’s annual gala, he put an arm around her and told everyone, “My wife is finally back. I’ve been waiting for her for over three years.” Fu Huan felt... She could no longer quite read him.