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Young Master Qin Keeps Coveting Me After I Beat Him Up

Jiang Xun was transmigrated as a cannon fodder. Her mother died when she was young, her stepmother schemes against her, and her father abandoned her in a village. But Jiang Xun didn’t panic, and she was a person who always won by virtue. Thieves would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll change careers!" Thugs would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll return the money!" At the Jiang family banquet, guests were watching her every move, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. “I heard that she’s been living in the village for eleven years and has a country bumpkin-like feel to her. If I were the Jiang family, I wouldn't risk her embarrassing me by letting her attend." Mr. Jiang said to her, "Stay behind your mother and don’t speak lest you embarrass yourself." Her stepmother nodded. "The Qin family’s patriarch, Qin Mufeng is noble, benevolent, and abstinent. Don’t even think about someone like him; he's completely out of your league.” Sure. She didn’t intend to marry into a rich family anyway. She just wanted to beat up the man in the rumors. But why was this man following her around all day every day?

As If Dawn · General
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948 Chs

Jiang Xun Crumpled The Shirt By His Waist

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jixuan pursed his lips, and with a look of reluctance, he said, "You live here by yourself, and you don't even know to buy fruits. I really don't understand. You eat so much, and you buy all kinds of snacks and junk food at home. Why don't you buy some fruits for yourself?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xun answered with confidence, "Fruits can't be kept for long. Snacks can be kept for a year, but can fruits? If the apocalypse happens, the most useful things are those that can be kept for a long time. Fruits are heavy and take up space, and they are easy to spoil."

Jixuan speechlessly wiped his face. Was this sister thinking about the apocalypse?

"Isn't the apocalypse not here yet? You can eat some first." Jixuan took a deep breath. Finally, he had fallen and followed Jiang Xun's theory of the apocalypse. "I don't know whether the apocalypse will come or not. When will it come? Before that, can you eat the fruits quickly?"