Mr. Qin, Your Sweetheart Wants a Hug

Fleeing for her life in the dead of night, Song Xiaoman, battered and disheveled, clung desperately to a man's leg and refused to let go... Three months later, the most powerful, distinguished man in Beicheng made a high-profile announcement that he was getting married! Everyone was stunned: Was it that embarrassing, silly stutterer from the Song family? In the middle of the night, Song Xiaoman threw herself into the man's arms and wiped away her tears. “H-hubby... th-that, that vixen...” He swept her onto his lap, patted her head and kissed her cheek, soothing her patiently. “There, there, Manman. Don't cry. Tell me, which vixen is it?” But the moment he turned away, his sweet, silly little wife cornered the vixen who had designs on him. A cold smile curled her lips. “Stop coveting someone else's husband. Otherwise, I can make you cry your eyes out right now!”