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Lady Gu Is Too Weak To Fend For Herself

Rumor had it that Qiao Xi had a weak constitution—a sickly beauty. Rumor had it that she spent a fortune every day on medications—eating them like candy. Rumor had it that ten servants waited on her by her bed every day—a burden to everyone. They were all waiting for the Qiao family to toss Qiao Xi back to the countryside and leave her to fend for herself. Qiao Xi: "They're all saying that I'm weak and can't take care of myself. Apparently, I spend money recklessly as well.” She looked down at her tattered shirt and was exasperated. Qiao Xi: “Are you saying that this wealthy family lets their daughter wear tattered clothes every day?” The Qiao family's rich daughter? She had enough! She would not be it anymore! Therefore… Scumbag guy: "Without the Qiao family, you're nothing." Qiao Xi: "If I'm kicked out of the Qiao family, I'll be done for." Scumbag girl: "Sis, don't be too disappointed. As long as you work hard, you'll be praised one day.” Qiao Xi: "Shut up, I don't know a traitor like you." The scumbag guy and girl: "???" Rumor had it that the Gu family's youngest son, Gu Zheng, rashly married a woman who had nothing but looks. Qiao Xi: "Is someone looking down on me?" One day, Qiao Xi saw one of Gu Zheng's employees racking his brains over a series of numbers on the computer screen. Since she was free, she lent a hand. Did she just crack the firewall created by the joint efforts of top elite hackers?! Gu Zheng inched closer with every step. "Qiao Xi, what else are you hiding from me? Hmm?" Qiao Xi: "Oh, no! I feel dizzy again! I'm so weak. This body of mine is just too weak!"

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Let You Have A Taste Of My Fist

Redakteur: Henyee Translations

At this moment, Butler Liu felt that he had been played by this b*tch. He flew into a rage and shouted, "Qiao Xi! You b*tch! What exactly do you want? There are no surveillance cameras here. Even if I kill you, no one will see it. So, I advise you to cooperate obediently. Otherwise…"

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly. The cold blade was pressed against his neck, and he felt a sharp pain as if it had already cut through his skin.

Qiao Xi's gaze was indifferent, and the knife in her hand was tightly pressed against Butler Liu's weakest spot. As long as she exerted a little force, he would die from his throat being cut.

"That's right. This place is very remote, and no one knows about it," Qiao Xi said slowly, her voice carrying a trace of coldness. "Butler Liu, you're really stupid. Why did you follow me into a private room without surveillance cameras or lights? There's a ready path to heaven, but you chose to come to hell! Aren't you courting death?"