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 127
Huang Yanyan's POV:
The days after the kidnapping passed in a blur, but life moved on quicker than I expected. I wasn't lying in a hospital bed or recounting my trauma in therapy. I wasn't the type to dwell on things. My life didn't stop, even after something as serious as being kidnapped. I went back to my apartment and continued as if nothing had happened. It was how I coped, how I stayed in control.
But one thing had changed — Wu Haoyu. He had always been protective, but now? He'd turned it up a notch, checking in on me constantly, showing up unannounced like my apartment had become his second home. It was as if he believed something could happen again any second, and he wasn't going to let it.
A sharp knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I sighed, already knowing who it was. Wu Haoyu didn't bother calling or texting anymore; he just appeared, like a shadow that refused to leave me alone. Not that I was entirely complaining. But still.