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Dating My Scumbag Ex's Uncle

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years. He had become her backer and protected her meticulously. For seven years, no one dared to look down on her. Her reputation was tarnished. She had a miscarriage and divorced before. The scumbag ex-husband was also his nephew. On the other hand, he would not marry anyone other than her. He did not care about rumors and barbaric words, and for this, he did not hesitate to go against the entire clan. … Initially, she thought that the most tragic thing in life was to love the wrong person. Later on, she realized that it wasn't. It turned out that the most tragic thing was that you finally found true love, but at that time, you were covered in wounds. She was as cold as ice and he was passionate as fire. She had persisted for seven years, and so had he. In the end, she still lost to that persistent flame and agreed to marry him. However, the night before they were about to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate, she woke up and returned ten years ago. That year, she was in the prime of her youth. She was still as beautiful as ever, and her youth was not wasted. That year, he was handsome and promising. She looked at herself in front of the mirror and silently cried. "Uncle, this time, I'll give you the best.”

Mountain Springs · Urban
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934 Chs

Whipping

I quickly walked over and grabbed the short whip in a middle-aged woman's hand. I whipped her with my hand.

I coldly said, "Who are you? Why are you here to lecture my people?"

I coldly kicked the mute girl who was lying on the ground. "Get up! How can my people be so cowardly? If you embarrass me, don't follow me!"

The mute girl raised her head to look at me and quickly got up.

I played with the whip in my hand and looked at the middle-aged woman who had been beaten. I asked the mute girl, "Who is she?"

A trace of panic flashed across the mute girl's face. She quickly lowered her head and gestured. It turned out that she was a steward.

"Miss, the mute woman isn't suitable. Shall I change another servant for you?" The steward who had been beaten endured the pain and bowed to me.

"Not suitable? Who said that?" I turned around to look at the mute girl and asked the steward.