Transmigrated as the Amnesiac Tycoon's Evil Wife: Is He Faking It All Along?

[Amnesiac tycoon + love growing after marriage + slow-burn romance + devoted couple + sweet romance + family life]

“I heard An Qiao tried to force Xie Zhengnian to give in by hanging herself!”

“That girl really knows how to cause trouble. If her sister hadn’t found her in time, we’d be preparing for her funeral by now.”

Hearing the gossip outside, An Qiao’s head throbbed.

She had transmigrated into the wicked wife who pretended to be the beloved of an amnesiac tycoon!

In the original novel, her counterpart was unscrupulous. She conspired with kidnappers to abduct Xie Zhengnian, a man from a powerful family.

Not only did she leave him badly injured and amnesiac, she also tricked him into hiding in a remote village, spending every day plotting to make him sleep with her and give her a child.

When the man recovered his memories and learned that his family had suffered a calamity in his absence, leaving them ruined and dead, he sent her straight to an asylum, where she was tormented until she died without a trace.

Afterward, Xie Zhengnian was rescued by the original heroine. He made a triumphant comeback and became a billionaire at the pinnacle of the business world.

As An Qiao watched the man come in carrying a washbasin, his cold, stern face filled with loathing, she wished she were dead.

What could she do? She could only try to make things right while secretly saving money and planning her escape.

But at some point, the amnesiac tycoon began looking at her with an increasingly strange and intense gaze.

Then one night, as she finished packing under cover of darkness and fled with her family, the man, reeking of alcohol, suddenly appeared and pulled her into his arms. In a hoarse voice, he demanded, “You’ve deceived me for so long and made me suffer so much, and now you still want to run?”

An Qiao’s pupils contracted, her face full of shock. “When did you get your memories back?”

Xie Zhengnian leaned close to her ear, the corner of his mouth curling into a possessive, wicked smile. “Guess.”