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The Chief Minister’s Ferocious Wife

# chief assistant Zhao Chuchu was reborn in a time before the apocalypse. As soon as the space was filled with supplies, something fell from a high altitude and killed her. Then, she transmigrated, becoming a small villager in an unknown dynasty. She started this new life by taking out the natives, dealing with the plague, and becoming a divine doctor in one fell swoop. Using her fists, she gained high status. She bullied those scums until they cried for their mommy and begged for mercy. She produced large quantities of rice, beans, and sweet potatoes… She could do everything, and she earned a lot of money with that. Everyone watched as she reconciled with Xiao Xiucai. They watched until a baby was born, as well as until Xiao Xiucai became the top scholar and smoothly became the Chief Minister. Then, everyone waited for the day the Chief Minister would divorce his wife, who went through hardships in life with him. They waited and waited until the couple had grown old, the two living together for the rest of their lives.

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They Can't Fix It but I Can

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The clan head's face turned red, pointing his finger at Zhao Chuchu while breathing rapidly.

"Calm down. You'll be the only one who suffers getting all exasperated." Zhao Chuchu shot him a look.

"Zhao Chuchu. Y-you..."

"Be reasonable, Third Granduncle."

The clan head's chest heaved up and down as he glared at Zhao Chuchu.

Niu Tongsheng feared that Zhao Chuchu might aggravate the clan head's anger beyond his limit.

"Chuchu, how's Guitang doing?" Trying to lighten the atmosphere, he remarked, "Your Third Granduncle has got a short fuse because of his worry for Guitang. We belong to the same village. Try to keep it down, okay?"

Zhao Chuchu raised a corner of her lips. "Well, that depends if the Zhaos would keep their mouths shut or not."

The clan head gritted his teeth, looking as if he would tear Zhao Chuchu into pieces.

"Chuchu, how's my father doing now?" Zhao Meilan questioned impatiently.