From criminal to CEO's wife

"It's not me, believe me!" Jian Tong stared stubbornly at the person inside the car. The heavy rain poured down, wetting the car windows and blurring the view. Through the obscured window, a stern face inside the car could vaguely be seen. Jian Tong, shivering, stood outside in the rain, separated by the car window and shouted loudly, "Shen Xiujin! At least listen to me!" Suddenly, the car door opened. Before Jian Tong could rejoice, a strong force yanked her violently into the car, and she fell onto his body. His crisp, dry white shirt was instantly soaked in a large area. "Shen Xiujin, those thugs who hurt Wei Ming... they weren’t set up by me..." Jian Tong had barely spoken when a long, powerful finger mercilessly grasped her chin, and his unique deep and magnetic voice came from above her: "Do you like me that much?" His voice cool and distant, carried a hint of the faint scent of tobacco — his scent. "What?" Jian Tong was a bit stunned. Her affection for him was known to ever

Three years laterThe gates of the S City Women's Prison opened, and before long, a woman emerged, moving languidly.She was shockingly thin, her body draped in the same white dress she was wearing when she entered the women's prison three years ago. Now, it hung on her like a large sack.She walked very slowly, step by step, heading towards a platform a hundred meters away. In her hand, she carried a black plastic bag containing thirty-one yuan and fifty cents, along with an identity card.In the sweltering summer heat, walking on the gravel road, the ground visibly undulated with a layer of white heat haze. Today the temperature was at least thirty-three or thirty-four degrees, yet the woman walked under the scorching sun without a single drop of sweat on her body.Her pale skin bore bruises of blue and purple, and even on her face, near the hairline at the edge of her forehead, a scar about three centimeters long sprawled prominently, very conspicuous.The bus arrived, and the woma

Jian Tong's heart was still pounding with residual fear. Before she had time to feel relieved, she suddenly realized that she was being intimately embraced around the waist by a stranger man. "Ah ah ah..." Jian Tong panicked. She had grown up so big, and aside from her brother, no man had ever held her so closely... including... him. Xiao Heng's face darkened, and he quickly stretched out his other hand to cover Jian Tong's mouth: "Shut up! What are you yelling for! You're such an odd woman! Normal people would instinctively scream when they're about to fall, but not you. You didn't make a sound when falling, but now you scream for no good reason!" "You you you... let go first." Xiao Heng noticed her stumbling and suspicious manner and a lightbulb went off in his head: "Hey, you weren't screaming just because I hugged your waist, were you?" Seeing the woman in his arms turn a peculiar shade in an instant, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably: "...It seems that really i

"Sister Jian Tong, now that you're out of prison, what do you want to do? I want to go to Erhai. The beauty of Erhai is so clear and clean. The waterbirds there are adorable, and the fish and shrimp in the lake are so fresh. The sky is bluer, the water clearer, and even the sunshine feels warmer than in this city. I'm going to work hard to make money, a lot of money, and go there to open a small guesthouse. I'm not looking to make a fortune; I just want to face Erhai Lake every day, with its rising and falling tides. I don't aim to earn a lot, just enough to live a comfortable life with a little extra, and occasionally watch backpackers come and go. Sister Jian Tong, I feel like I'm about to die. What should I do? I haven't had the chance to see the beauty of Erhai Lake yet." That was a voice of sorrow that Sister Jian Tong would never forget in her lifetime. She held the girl, constantly trying to warm her gradually cooling body with her own warmth.

Jian Tong shuddered, her complexion turning deathly pale in an instant. But then she remembered something, and with her pale lips, she retorted, "The Jian family does not have a Jian Tong. I am nothing but a prisoner." Looking at the handsome face so close to hers, the one she once yearned for, she now wanted to avoid it as though it were something vile. "Mr. Shen, I am just a prisoner, and I hope you, as a nobleman, can forget the transgressions of someone so insignificant. Please, let me go," she pleaded, suppressing her fear of him, making herself as pitiful as possible, with the single hope of living in peace. What was dignity to her? After emerging from that dark hell and finally seeing the sunlight, she could not bear to give up the warmth she had found so hard to come by. Shen Xiujin's eyes narrowed dangerously, a fury simmering within them… How could this woman, so base and groveling before him, be the same Jian Tong who used to cling to him tenacious