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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

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500 Chs

Chapter 180: Wanling Abyss (5)

"Girl, I'm your uncle, Uncle Yan."

Feng Xuxu looked at the amiable man before her, excitingly at her own arrival—this was her uncle. She felt a hint of sourness at the tip of her nose and called out softly, "Uncle."

"Ahh, how wonderful," he said, wiping the teardrops from his eyes and cracking a wide smile.

"Girl, I'm your aunt, Jueqing's biological mother," Madam Xuanyuan Lei said from the side, gazing at the delightful Feng Xuxu. Since giving birth to Jueqing, she hadn't had any other children, and looking at Feng Xuxu, her maternal love began to overflow once again.

Jueqing, even more speechless, looked at his mother. If she wasn't his birth mother, then did that mean he was adopted?

"Aunt."

"Good, really marvelous, much stronger than Jueqing," she said, casting a glare at her own son.

Jueqing was even more depressed—somehow, he always ended up getting shot even if he was laying down.