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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?

FlameWitch · Fantasía
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144 Chs

Chapter 46

Huang Yanyan's POV:

The air outside felt electrically charged as we exited the civil affairs bureau, each of us moving as though in a daze following the seismic shift that had just reshaped my entire existence. Chen Xinyi lingered behind, face still etched in stunned disbelief over the devastating blow she'd just suffered.

I couldn't resist the urge to twist the knife a little deeper as we reached the front steps.

"You know, now that I think about it..." I began airly, slanting a sidelong look at the bedraggled woman over one shoulder. "I probably should be thanking you for all those years of icy disdain and emotional neglect."

Chen Xinyi's head whipped up at that, eyes glinting with an unmistakable sheen of desperate hope that I would provide some slim olive branch despite everything. I allowed my lips to curl into a vindictive smirk before delivering the killing blow.