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Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home

# familyfeud #daughterofamistress #koi Qiao Xuan, daughter of a county magistrate, supposedly had a fiance that everyone envied. But then her father’s legal wife schemed against her, and married her into a farmer’s family. On the night of her wedding, after seeing how shabby her room was, Qiao Xuan hung herself. When she opened her eyes again, a different Qiao Xuan had transmigrated onto this body. The new Qiao Xuan stared at her husband and frowned after seeing how shabby the house looked. “Don’t worry. I know that you didn’t want to marry me, so I won’t touch you. I’ll apply for a divorce tomorrow and give you back your freedom.” But wait, Qiao Xuan hadn’t figured out what was going on yet! She couldn’t get a divorce, or else her father’s legal wife wouldn’t forgive her. Also, she was a woman of a different world and possessed special powers. Couldn’t she just build a business from here? So it was decided. Qiao Xuan began assisting her husband and slapped the faces of all who wronged them. They kept leveling up, and went from being a poor farmer’s family to becoming the richest family in the area. Those who bullied her regretted their actions, and her husband had regrets too. “I never said I wanted to divorce you.” Qiao Xuan was perplexed when he was pressing her down on the bed. Why did he suddenly decide against getting a divorce?

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Qiao Wei Injured

Editor: Henyee Translations

Qiao Xuan nodded and directed her gaze towards Qiao Wei, who clutched her injured calf. "What happened?"

Qiao Wei shot her an angry glare and retorted icily, "Can't you see for yourself? I'm injured!"

Qiao Xuan gave an incredulous glance to those present. "You may leave now, lend your assistance wherever necessary, and retire to rest once you're finished. We still have a morning journey ahead of us."

Initially, no one harbored a fondness for Qiao Wei, but upon hearing this, they concurred and dispersed, leaving only Qiu He behind.

Qiao Wei seethed with anger, casting a hateful glare in Qiao Xuan's direction.

Qiao Xuan sneered, "Why are you staring at me? Return to your tent if you have the time. You're not the sole person injured, and yet, you're the only one making a scene! Miss Qiao, are you concerned that others might not notice your fine singing voice?"