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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?

Orchid Whisper · General
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1874 Chs

Suicide

Editor: Henyee Translations

How could Head Steward Wen fail to grasp the Fourth Prince's intentions? It became glaringly apparent as Commander Wei spoke, confirming the grim reality. Head Steward Wen realized he was truly in dire straits this time.

"It's my fault! It's all my fault! I was foolish, utterly foolish!"

Regret overwhelmed him. Head Steward Wen lunged at Wen Fuxin, unleashing a torrent of furious blows and kicks. His hoarse voice reverberated with anger as he berated him relentlessly.

Wen Fuxin, defenseless against the onslaught, could only cower, clutching his head, and pleading for mercy while addressing him as "Uncle." He, too, regretted his actions. If he had foreseen this outcome, he wouldn't have been so reckless, venting his frustration on those youngsters.

Little did he know that behind those seemingly insignificant youngsters lurked figures more menacing than beggars. Had he been aware, he wouldn't have dared trouble them, not even at the cost of his life.