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The Real Young Miss's Secret Identities Revealed

After the real daughter of the Jiang family fell sick, she became stupid and insisted on marrying the cold-blooded, cruel, and crippled Fu Jiu. Mother Jiang said, "So be it. She's a good-for-nothing anyway. I only asked her to marry in place of my sister." Father Jiang: "After you marry him, remember to ask 9th master to help your sister find a better marriage." The fake heiress said, "Sob, I feel so sorry for Sister, but… if you get beaten to death by the 9th master, the Fu family will compensate us a lot of money, right? I'm looking forward to it." Jiang Li sneered. She bid farewell to her hypocritical family and brought her shabby dowry to the Fu family. After having been reborn once, she knew very well that Fu Jiu was the only person who treated her well. Everyone was waiting for Jiang Li to be beaten to death. Finally, one day, she was photographed by reporters and posted online. "It's all your fault! You used so much force last night! The Jiang family is going to laugh at me again!" Fu Jiuxiao said, "With me around, no one will dare to laugh at you. Moreover, I will make them pay back tenfold for the pain that the Jiang family has caused you!"

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As soon as she saw Fu Jiuxiao, Jiang Li remembered what had happened last night. Her face was a little unnatural, and her ears were slightly red.

Fu Jiuxiao got up and hugged Jiang Li in his arms. Jiang Li still had a slight fever, and she looked dazed.

Fu Jiuxiao used his face to check Jiang Li's temperature. Fortunately, it had dropped.

"Are you hungry? I ordered some porridge for you."

Jiang Li frowned. She actually did not like porridge. If it were not for Fu Jiuxiao, she would definitely eat spicy food every day.

Fu Jiuxiao kissed Jiang Li's confused face intimately, and then he picked Jiang Li up.

Jiang Li cried out in surprise, and she instinctively hugged Fu Jiuxiao's neck.

Fu Jiuxiao carried Jiang Li to the dining table and placed Jiang Li on a cushion.

Jiang Li looked at the bland porridge in front of her. She did not have an appetite, but her stomach was indeed hungry. She could only frown and eat a few mouthfuls.