She was a beautiful and obedient marriage tool cultivated by the Xu family.

"Xu Yuefeng, why are you back too?" Jiang Yilian furrowed her brow slightly.
Her adoptive father, Xu Qiaosong, was not at home, and Jiang Yilian was the only one in the living room.
As an adopted daughter since childhood, Xu Tanxi was actually treated very well by her adoptive parents, so she never quite felt the sorrow of living under someone else's roof. But at the end of the day, the word "adopted" preceded her identity as a daughter.
Therefore, some things were inevitably different.
For instance, her personality had been shaped from a young age to always watch...
At this moment, Liu Gongcai was sitting huddled around the stove, awkwardly declining the roasted sweet potato handed to her by her damned boyfriend.
"Sorry, I've monopolized your bed for the past two days," Xia He said to her, enduring the discomfort in her throat.
Clutching the insurance policy, she stepped out of the dim room. Not far away in the hall, the highlight reels of a recently concluded king-hunting match were playing.
Clearly, after calming down, Gong Xi had also sobered up to this reality, but the more she understood the truth, the more sorrowful and terrified she felt inside.
"I'll give you money, help me stack the stones." Looking at her thoughtful expression, the boy was genuinely afraid that this fellow would just turn around and walk away.

Geermu experienced a whirl of mixed emotions upon hearing these words, seemingly unsure of what he ought to say at this moment.
This time, Zheng Ran lingered for quite a while downstairs at the publishing house. He wanted to help Xia He assemble her bicycle, and only after thoroughly checking it did he depart at a leisurely pace. Xia He could feel a gaze fixed upon her back the entire time, but she didn't quite dare to look back.
After a moment of silence on the other end, a sweet voice rang out. Qin Ziheng gave a start—wasn't this his Sister Moshu?
Yet the mere thought of Si Xuanmo by her side made him instinctively take a few steps back. However, remembering that she had once liked him just as much, his confidence surged again.
Nanny Feng had been like an ant on a hot pan with anxiety. Hearing this, as if granted a great reprieve, she let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Is the tempo in this place supposed to be like this?" Haibara Ai, sitting earnestly at the piano practicing, suddenly asked.
Deng Jiajia's somewhat dissatisfied tone also displeased Yan Lühe. He had spoken countless pleasant words to the brand sponsors just to secure this opportunity, only to end up being complained about.
President Wang exchanged nods with the rest of the people and rose to leave first, followed by Yin Zixiong and Wang Sizi.
With the help of his attendants, Shinobu managed to sit up, leaning against the soft pillows. By this time, the sky outside was already fully bright.
A layer of goosebumps rippled across Bai Xuzhen's spine. For some inexplicable reason, he found the room bone-chillingly eerie and practically fled in panic.

Furuya Rei was just fretting over what excuse to use to act alone, and Mezcal's words were as timely to him as a pillow dropped to a drowsy person. He agreed immediately.
Nani and Evra, who had practically torn through this flank in the first half, would likely find it hard to have things all their way in the second half.
Before Li Yunyan had even begun his cultivation, his clan directly assigned him ten grand cultivators of the Foundation Establishment realm as bodyguards. Such lavish treatment was something even Li Yunyao had never enjoyed in his youth, let alone the likes of Li Yunlong and Li Yunzhao who came after.
Yan Yimo thought to herself that while this gave capable actors an opportunity, it similarly provided connected actors like Deng Jiajia with a chance to pull strings behind the scenes. It seemed she would be running into Deng Jiajia quite often in the film crew from now on.
Just then, a booming voice echoed from a rowboat on the right side of "Trading Company No. 001."
The three of them burst into laughter. They lingered until the sky began to turn a deep crimson before reluctantly returning to Jiyang.
"Meddling," Chacha murmured softly, yet her words caused the old man's fingers to tremble slightly. In an instant, a wave of immense terror enveloped his heart, causing him to lose his focus. By the time his wits returned, the two of them had already walked far away.
"I'll book a room for Xiaoxiao near the hospital. Anyway, Tang Nuo and I can handle things this afternoon," Yun Bai said, noticing Xiaoxiao's poor complexion and fearing something might go wrong, so she wanted Xiaoxiao to go rest first.