Transmigrated Hood Princess: Master Wu's Wife is not Weak
When sassy, street-smart Amber from Chicago's roughest neighborhood finds herself transmigrated into Song Yanyan's curvy form, she's in for a rude awakening. Trapped in the gilded cage of Wuhan's snobby elite society, Amber must quickly adapt her gangster wit and tough spirit to this new, foreign world. However, Amber is no wilting flower. With her brave hood mentality and sharp tongue, she turns Master Wu's mission upside down. As she unravels the dark secrets behind her new identity, Amber goes toe-to-toe with the arrogant young master, their flames of rivalry soon sparking an unexpected passion. In this world of decadence and deceit, Amber must fight to replace Song Yanyan's meek persona with her bold, unapologetic flair. From intense clashes to wild romantic entanglements, she'll deliver scorching face-slaps to any who dare underestimate the transmigrated hood princess. Brimming with drama, action, laughter, and jaw-dropping revelations, one thing is certain - Master Wu's wife is no shrinking violet. Can this fish-out-of-water hood princess rise as the elite world's feistiest new queen?
Chapter 122
Huang Yanyan's POV:
It's been weeks since my not-so-little adventure with the Wang family. Since then, Wu Haoyu has taken it upon himself to become my personal watchdog. Every day, it's "Where are you going, Yanyan?" and "Who are you with?" Honestly, I'm not complaining. Getting to see his fine face on the regular is a treat in itself. But let's just say the man is a triple shot of espresso—intense, slightly bitter, and addictive.
Learning that the Wangs were behind my kidnapping wasn't a shocker. Wang Ming's thirst for Haoyu is almost as palpable as this Wuhan humidity. She wants a war? She'll get one, but she's messing with the wrong chick. Back in Chicago, we didn't just roll over.
Wuhan can be a snooze fest on weekends, nothing like the 24/7 buzz of Beijing. I was lounging in my apartment, flicking through channels, when my phone rang. "Hello?"
The voice of an old man wafted through. "Hello, Yanyan. How are you?"