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 112
Huang Yanyan's POV:
Yep, the weekend was over and it was time for me to focus on school again with those dreaded college entrance exams looming. Not that I ever imagined myself wanting to run a business empire before. But those greedy vultures Gramps calls relatives who thought they could swoop in and snatch his hard-earned kingdom? Oh hell nah, that made my blood boil just thinking about it. I would defend his legacy with everything I had - this was my empire now.
After an invigorating hour-long workout to start my day right, I took my time savoring a long, steaming shower. If I was going to brave the vapid world of high school politics again, I needed to be relaxed and refreshed first. Finally emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a plush robe, I was just pulling on my clothes when an abrupt knocking made me frown.
"Who the hell is bothering me this damn early?" I muttered, padding across the lavish apartment toward the door.