Ji Huai: "CEO, Madam sent a photo. She's pulled every flower out of the garden!"
Si Jinyan: "Cancel today's meeting. My wife is in a bad mood!"
Ji Huai: "CEO, Madam says she's downstairs!"
Si Jinyan: "I'm leaving. I'll take my wife home!"
Ji Huai: "CEO!"
Before he could finish, Si Jinyan was already on his feet and out of the office.
Everyone at the company thought that President Si looked refined and aloof, and that no one could possibly be a match for him.
Then the president got married and took a delicate young woman as his wife. He doted on her so much that he was afraid she'd melt if he held her in his mouth, or fall if he held her in his hands.
Later, they saw scenes like this every day: his wife would pout and let her gaze droop, and the president would immediately wilt.
Look, today Madam had barely sat down in the lobby for two minutes when the president's private elevator started descending.
Everyone watched as their usually composed president hurried down, crouched to scoop his wife into his arms, and softly coaxed her as he carried her out of the lobby.
In her previous life, Mu Xinyin died a violent death in the street. Si Jinyan had her body buried and erected a gravestone for her. He also silently avenged her, but in the end, he was left alone.
Reborn, she would not only reclaim justice for herself and make them pay for everything they had done to her.
She would also make sure he noticed her, move into his heart, and become the little fairy who frolicked only in his heart.
