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Something's Wrong With My Wife

Upon waking up, Luo Qingzhou became a lowly son of the Luo family, the ruling family of the Great Yan Empire. In order to help the second son of the Luo family break off his engagement, Luo Qingzhou was forced to marry a bride who was said to be mute and expressionless. It was not until after the wedding ceremony that he suddenly realized, "Something is wrong with my wife!" Not only was his wife strange, but even the two maidservants by her side and the other people in the Qin residence were also peculiar! The head maidservant was sweet and charming, with a voice as melodious as a lark. The junior maidservant was as cold as ice and had a heavy killing intent, ready to strike at any moment. The younger sister-in-law was talented and delicate, beautiful, and fragile. The cousin was proud and overbearing, wielding her whip with deadly precision. The father-in-law had a serious face but liked to curse behind closed doors. The mother-in-law was beautiful but often rolled her eyes. The second brother was solely focused on martial arts, claiming to bring glory to the family. As for Luo Qingzhou, all he wanted was to be a humble son-in-law, quietly and secretly dominating the world...

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An Unexpected Guest

Editor: Atlas Studios

"Young Master…"

"Shh, don't speak."

"Young Master, it's ticklish…"

"Huh?"

"You hand… Don't put your hand there…"

"Okay."

Luo Qingzhou removed his hand from the little girl's waist and stared out of the window without moving. He held his breath and waited.

After an unknown period.

The little girl in his arms fell asleep unconsciously.

Luo Qingzhou gently let go of her and covered her with the blanket.

Then, he got out of bed, put on his shoes and socks, and prepared to return to his room.

It was close to one a.m., so the woman probably was not coming.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached the door of the room, the sound of rustling leaves suddenly came from the small courtyard.

His gaze turned cold. He immediately approached the window and looked out through the gap.

The moonlight was bright, and the small courtyard was especially bright.