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I Transmigrated Into a Novel and Became the Vicious Stepmother of Five Cute Babies

# COZY # OMNIPOTENT # CHIEFASSISTANT In her past life, Mo Ruyue was a top-notch assassin. She was as indifferent as an abyss, and had killed more people than she had fingers to count. In her new life, she became the vicious stepmother of five munchkins in a remote mountain valley, and they were terrified of her. In this life, she decided to change the way she lived. She only had four bare walls for a house? Her children starved to the point they were just skin and bones? No problem. She could kill wild boars with her bare hands, so food wasn’t an issue. She was also proficient in multiplication tables, and her kids instantly became big fans of hers. It had been a difficult journey to change from a vicious stepmother to a warm one. Then, her supposedly dead husband suddenly returned, now the first minister of the dynasty.“Let’s divorce. Give me the children, and I’ll return the money to you.” “I don’t lack anything, just you and the children.”

Wu Shuangzhou · General
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Auntie, Help Me!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Qin Qingyuan's perception of the world had been completely subverted. He had long been used to being pampered by his parents, but now he suddenly found that it was a joke, and he couldn't accept it at all.

Qin Qingyuan only opened his mouth to speak when he heard the heavy sound of the door closing.

"Qingfei..."

Once he opened his mouth, Qin Qingyuan was stunned. His voice was so hoarse that he could barely make any sound. No wonder his throat was burning and painful, as if a walnut was stuffed in it. It was swollen and blocked. It must be the snake's poison.

Qin Qingfei only cared about throwing herself on Madam Wang's body and crying. She was very flustered now. Her mother and brother were both unconscious, and her father had left. If she was left alone, how was she going to live her life in the future?

Seeing that his sister couldn't hear him, Qin Qingyuan turned his wrist slightly and swept away a bowl of water on the bedside.