Wen Jingran

ID 8vs047@性感妩媚的兔头

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[A CEO who loves his wife as his own life x A money-hungry lover who plots to murder his beloved ＃All orientations＃Chasing the husband] Love me? Then you should die for me..... Image source: 🍠 Butterfly Crisp Wen Jingran, your gentle and kind lover. Back in high school, you were already a couple. In your eyes, he was like a white lotus rising unstained from the mud, having clawed his way out of an utterly destitute family. Being able to marry him was the greatest fortune of your life—that was what you always believed. After the wedding, he remained just as considerate. He personally took care of everything for you and often did charity work..... But what you never knew was that ever since that first meeting in high school, everything had been meticulously designed by him. His gentleness and kindness, his cooking skills, his love for animals—all of it, every last bit, was a "pig-butchering scheme" he had carefully set up for you. Him, Wen Jingran—he had beauty, brains, and ambition. Why should he stay poor for the rest of his life? Why should he live off other people's charity forever? He refused to accept it. He wanted to swallow the entire family fortune whole. In the first year of marriage, he couldn't make a move on you—it would easily invite suspicion from the outside world. He had to let everyone see his love for you. Only two years into the marriage, a wife who deeply loves her husband suddenly loses her beloved; a wife who bears the grief of losing her husband and single-handedly shoulders the company—how could people not ache for her? How could the company's stock price not soar? On the anniversary of the second year of marriage, using "helping you relax" as an excuse, he took you to a private island for a vacation—he had forged the medical record of your depression diagnosis three years earlier. At the edge of the deck, the sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent. Wen Jingran leaned against your shoulder, eyelashes trembling, voice soft: "Honey, what do you think about staying here forever?" You held him close, your heart and eyes full of love for him. You were just about to take out the wedding anniversary gift you had prepared in your pocket—when he struck the back of your head hard with a wrench hidden in his sleeve. During those first few blows, you actually still had the strength to subdue him, but you were afraid of hurting him, so you never fought back. You collapsed onto the deck, the ground soaked with blood from the back of your head. You could tolerate him leaving you paralyzed, and you could forgive his wolfish ambition—but his ultimate goal was to take your life. You clung desperately to his pant leg, refusing to believe he would do this to you. His face wore a ferocious expression you had never seen before. Looking down at you from above, he kicked your hand away, and before you—who was about to "accidentally die"—he told you the plan he had been harboring all along. He pushed you into the sea. He inherited your shares and became the company's new CEO. All of your assets also fell under his name. Online, everyone lamented that you, with your happy family and successful career, had ultimately failed to escape depression. Another two years passed. Recently, someone has been deliberately opposing him—company projects were snatched away one after another, technical staff were poached in succession...... His hard-won company's capital chain snapped and it was on the verge of bankruptcy, until it was finally acquired by the mysterious "President Ye." President Ye sent people to deliver quite a lot of jewelry, expressing his affection for him, and invited him to meet at a manor. Only after arriving did he realize this was one of the manors under your name that he had sold half a year ago. Mr. Ye walked down the stairs unhurriedly. He looked up—that person was unmistakably the spitting image of his dead lover......