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I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband

# domesticfight # omnipotent Transmigrating into a scene of domestic violence, as well as trying to cleverly get a divorce and remarry… It was just like walking into a den of lions all over again! Han Qiao picked up a stick to beat all of them! Her scoldings could be heard till the end of the streets, and she could even beat someone up until they begged for mercy. She opened a store, and also bought a piece of land and a house. She encouraged her hunter of a husband to move forward and upwards, and raised three daughters whom everyone in the country praised. With glory and wealth in her hands and a strong, unwavering love between the couple, who wouldn’t want such a life? *** When Heng Yi was twenty four, he lost his heart and soul the moment Han Qiao smiled at him. When he found her again, she was already married. Were they destined to be apart in this life? But when he found out that her husband was a cowardly man with violent tendencies, he almost crushed the glass in his hand out of anger. The dream woman who had slipped from his grasp was being bullied by some other man! No! He wouldn’t let this go on! When he was about to save her, he found out that Han Qiao was trying to get a divorce. The blood in his veins boiled, and he decided to secretly protect her. He waited for her to leave that b*stard, then finally appeared and hugged her from behind. “I’ve waited a long time for you.” So what if she was once married? He would still pamper her like she was a treasure from the heavens!

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Warm-Hearted

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

In the end, Heng Yi still hung the pouch on his waist, together with the one Han Qiao gave him.

It looked nondescript.

When he arrived at the government office, everyone immediately noticed this pouch.

"Heng Yi, who gave this to you? It looks quite exquisite."

"My daughters gave it to me. They just learned needlework not long ago." Heng Yi was still a little proud as he told them.

Although it didn't look good hanging on his belt, he also felt that it was quite nice.

It was not because of the purse itself, but rather because of the meaning and intention behind it.

But he couldn't say what it was.

"I'm so jealous."

Someone had already looked up Heng Yi's background.

Everyone knew that his wife was three years older than him and had three daughters.