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Mr. Qin, Your Mute Wife is a Full-Level Bigshot

After reincarnating, she pressed against Mr. Qin. "Sir, from the darkness on your forehead, I predict you'll soon face a major disaster. If you want to overcome it, you'll have to marry me. I can guarantee that you'll have many children and grandchildren. You will also become as rich as a nation. "Mr. Qin, who was already as rich as a nation, said, "Get lost." "Honey, when will we have our third child?" He asked one day. "So what if she's Mrs. Qin? She's still a useless mute," a hater said. Shocking! Mr. Qin's mute wife was actually a world-famous voice actor, actress, award-winning scriptwriter, bestselling author, esports champion, top-notch hacker, and god-like racer... "Ehh... It's all for the purpose of entertainment. It doesn't serve society at all." The hater was feeling panicked. Shocking! Ye Caitang is the Dean of the International Medical Research Institute. "I surrender. There's no messing with this one. Goodbye..." The hater said. "Mr. Qin, how do you feel about marrying a full-level bigshot?" The media asked. "Huh? Isn't my wife a fortune-teller?" Mr. Qin replied.

Yue Siyue · Urban
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Editor: Atlas Studios

When the principal heard Ye Caitang's words, he immediately sneered mockingly.

"Ye Caitang, I want to ask you."

"Ever since high school, you've scored zeros for every exam,"

His eyes were filled with disdain for Ye Caitang.

"How do you have the confidence and qualifications to know that you can get first place in the entire grade?"

"I believe in my own capabilities," Ye Caitang said firmly.

"Capabilities?"

The principal suddenly sneered.

"What kind of capabilities can you have?"

"The ability to copy?"

Hearing the word "copy", the students who were eavesdropping immediately felt relieved.

That's right. Ye Caitang must have copied. Otherwise, how could she have gotten first place in the entire grade?

"Bam!"

Ye Caitang suddenly stood up and slammed the principal's desk.

"Sir, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't spout nonsense."

"Which eye of yours saw me copying?"