My Sweet Wife: The C

Jin Cheng raised his stemmed glass nonchalantly, the ruby liquid swirling inside, brimming with an unknown essence.,His voice, laced with a power that was almost unnerving, fell like a simple statement of fact. Yet, Lin Niannian knew that this man, wielding immense authority, had just condemned both him and his family.,Repressing fear and trembling, she carefully raised Jin Cheng's hand, opening it wide and holding her breath, afraid that he would wake up and do something again.。