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I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband

# domesticfight # omnipotent Transmigrating into a scene of domestic violence, as well as trying to cleverly get a divorce and remarry… It was just like walking into a den of lions all over again! Han Qiao picked up a stick to beat all of them! Her scoldings could be heard till the end of the streets, and she could even beat someone up until they begged for mercy. She opened a store, and also bought a piece of land and a house. She encouraged her hunter of a husband to move forward and upwards, and raised three daughters whom everyone in the country praised. With glory and wealth in her hands and a strong, unwavering love between the couple, who wouldn’t want such a life? *** When Heng Yi was twenty four, he lost his heart and soul the moment Han Qiao smiled at him. When he found her again, she was already married. Were they destined to be apart in this life? But when he found out that her husband was a cowardly man with violent tendencies, he almost crushed the glass in his hand out of anger. The dream woman who had slipped from his grasp was being bullied by some other man! No! He wouldn’t let this go on! When he was about to save her, he found out that Han Qiao was trying to get a divorce. The blood in his veins boiled, and he decided to secretly protect her. He waited for her to leave that b*stard, then finally appeared and hugged her from behind. “I’ve waited a long time for you.” So what if she was once married? He would still pamper her like she was a treasure from the heavens!

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Accompanying The King is Like Accompanying a Tiger

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Ah-Yao was carried by his father. He cried out a few times, but his father didn't seem to hand him over to Han Qiao.

After his mother got up to wash her face and hands, he quieted down.

Content to just playing with his father's fingers.

He pulled it and was about to put it into his mouth to bite when Heng Yi stopped him

"Father's hands are dirty. If you bite them, your stomach will hurt."

Ah-Yao was stunned.

He put down Heng Yi's hand.

Coincidentally, the egg custard was ready. His eyes were sparkling when he noticed the food and shouted for the egg custard.

Heng Yi took the soup from Pucao's hands, scooped it up with a spoon, and fed it to him.

"Is it good?"

Ah-Yao nodded hard, opening his mouth and showing off his little white teeth.

One bite after another, he ate happily.

"What a little gluttonous cat."