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Mr. Fu's Wife Reincarnated

International negotiator, Evelyn Cobb, was framed and killed. After waking up, she found herself in the body of a newly engaged female college student. When she first confronted her fiance, Christopher Robinson, his tone was cold and aggressive. "If you're obedient, you can stay. If you're not, I'll leave you." When she next confronted him, it was on stage during the International Collegiate Debate Competition at Capital University. She looked at Christopher Robinson, the judge below the stage, and asked in a firm voice, "Mr. Fu, what is marriage to you?" "It is all about mutual benefits," Christopher Robinson answered. Rumor had it that Christopher Robinson, the prince of the business world, married a beautiful wife. Little did he expect his wife to hold a knife to his throat on their wedding night. "In 2009, Evelyn Cobb, an international negotiator, went to Emarica for negotiations with her team. Their plane crashed on the way back. Did you have anything to do with it?" Christopher Robinson's heart shuddered. His suspicions had been confirmed. He looked helplessly at Evelyn Cobb. "I was behind it." Before getting married, she was a pawn on his chessboard. After getting married, she became a medicine he couldn't stop taking. There were rumors that the Jiang family's youngest daughter had no talent. Huh? How should I act? Evelyn Cobb thought. [From being indifferent to being absolutely obsessed with you. The female lead is smart and talented. Step by step, she's getting closer to the truth behind her death.] Conception: Loving yourself is the prerequisite for being loved by someone else.

Li Buyan · Urbain
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231: Not afraid of being stupid, but afraid of everyone else being wise_1

In June 2008, while Christopher Robinson and Madeline Carter were visiting the Town's God Temple, Christopher said to her in private,

"Fate is something you cannot escape, no matter how much you resist it will bind you like a rope, just like the many who die for love in this world."

"Nurture the mundane to achieve the long-term, Miss Cobb, it is better to adapt than to resist."

Only until the start of 2011, on a night with heavy snowfall, standing on the balcony of Orchard Garden watching the snowflakes dance in the sky, did she understand the true meaning of adapting.

Adapting to the situation at hand.

Except adaptation, she has no other choice, to go against fate? To die once more?

She dares not.

In the depth of winter, Amelia Cobb felt like a fragile quail, unable to survive this winter without heat.

The weather forecast had no warnings, but she felt this year's cold was worse than the previous years.