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I Became the Male Lead's Stepmother After Transmigrating

Xiang Xiaoyuan transmigrated to a book with a male lead, becoming the male lead’s stepmother. However, being seventeen and in the middle of his adolescent phase, the male lead virtually ignored his stepmother, and while his father was thirty-nine and a gorgeous man carrying maturity and elegance, he was enigmatic, with no one capable of knowing what he’s thinking. Xiang Xiaoyuan: The first rule of transmigration, value your life and stay away from the male lead! Being self-conscious, Xiang Xiaoyuan decided to focus on making money, and her business was booming… but before her hopes to get rich were fulfilled, she somehow dealt with her husband and stepson? The male lead said gingerly, “I won’t think of you as my real mother, but don’t worry—I’ll be a good son and you won’t live out your final years tragically. Xiang Xiaoyuan: “…Thanks.” Some other day, her husband stood at the doorway, stopping her and growling, “I heard about something you mentioned outside, that men only care more when they’re older? So? Are you complaining that I’m old now?” Xiang Xiaoyuan said, “…Wait, listen to me!” Lu Wanggui was a cold person, which led to her ex-wife divorcing him, and he was not particularly close to his son. Later, to give his son a ‘home’ and to avoid his parent’s ramblings, he married another wife—a docile, dutiful wife. But unbeknownst to him, that docile, dutiful wife had changed, and she even had the guts to scold him now. Pursing his lips in displeasure, Lu Wanggui was about to remind her of their prenuptial agreement when his son suddenly popped up to defend her! Lu Wanggui: “???” What’s going on? Weren’t things cold between these two? The son: “Ahem. Father, Stepmother… isn’t that bad.”

Little Garden · General
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170 Chs

Long for Her Warmth

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Just as she was about to reach the door, she suddenly turned around and looked at the small bed in the room. The two of them lay down and slept for a while. The bedsheets were a little messy, and she had a strange feeling in her heart. She quickly walked to the bed and tidied up the bedding. This was the first time she made a bed since she transmigrated.

When she's done, she raised her head and saw Lu Wanggui looking at her with a smile. She explained, "The bed is too messy. I don't feel comfortable looking at it."

She did not sound convincing at all.

According to the custom of Jiang City, the night before cremation and burial was very important. Although Lu Wanggui was not a direct relative, he had almost taken care of everything. Therefore, as a filial child, it was very tiring for him.