His Beloved Treasure
At twenty, she had a child in secret.
At twenty-two, she was discreetly married into a wealthy family.
Qin Mu lost her mother at the age of seven and was sent abroad by her unscrupulous father when she was only eight. Little did she expect her future to be so bright, she decided to climb up on Mu General's shoulders with great strides.
Mu Yichen went from being Rongcheng's top heartthrob to its youngest tycoon—arrogant and wise, unfathomable, yet he somehow fell into the hands of a little lass.
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About marriage.
"Mu Yichen, we are just—friends!"
"That can't be the reason you reject me!"
Qin Mu was scared stiff, as Mu General rudely carried her off to the marriage registration office, to sign, to stamp, to get the certificate!
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Hidden marriage for too long.
"If you say our daughter is adopted from the orphanage, I won't argue with you, but when will you make me public?" In broad daylight, Mu General pinned Mrs. Mu against the corner wall, threatening her with a devilish charm.
"Depends on your performance!" Mrs. Mu smirked, and the next moment, she counterattacked Mu General.
"Quick, cover your eyes!" Mu Baby, who had been ignored on the side, immediately covered her eyes.
Gentle Breeze Loving the Drifting Snow · Urban
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to