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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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Kneel and Call Me Grandpa

Editor: Atlas Studios

"Didn't you see our equipment? Let me tell you, even our exposed eyes have been specially disguised."

They said fearlessly.

"Even our own mothers won't be able to recognize us if they were right before us, let alone you."

Gu Junyi suddenly clenched his fists.

"F*ck."

They looked at Gu Junyi—whose face was thunderous—and said arrogantly.

"Young Mr. Gu, don't be sad. Don't you have a babe by your side?"

"When the time comes, this babe will have her limbs broken with you. She'll be hospitalized with you and can chat with you, so you won't be bored. Isn't that good?"

Gu Junyi glanced at Ye Muxue beside him and was about to ask these people to let Ye Muxue go.

Hearing this, the blood drained from Ye Muxue's face. She suddenly flung Gu Junyi's hand away in fear.

She looked at these motorcycle riders—who looked like outlaws—begged for mercy in a panic with a pale face.