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Empress of Fortune: A Farm Girl's Rise

Introduction 1: The villagers, when mentioning Zhuang Qingning who had no parents, then fell ill and chose to live on her own rather than being fostered by her uncle's family, they sighed and shook their heads, thinking she was paving her own way to death. But who would have thought, she started a workshop, bought a shop, built a house, lived comfortably raising dogs and cats, and everyone who got close to her flourished financially? The villagers: Is it too late to get in good graces with the God of Wealth now? Awaiting your response, it's quite urgent...... ---- Introduction 2: Everyone in the capital city sighed over the good fortune of the Prince Qi, who was unparalleled in his beauty, for he followed the wishes of the late queen and married an ordinary rural girl, thereby giving up an ideal marriage. But who would have thought, the prince was so considerate of his wife, spent fortune to bring a smile to her face, defied orders just to protect her, totally behaving like a man deeply in love...... All the people: Excuse me, is it too late to start shipping this couple now? ---- This story is about a rural woman growing step by step, expressing warmth, lightness, encountering thorny paths and joyful achievements alike, where lovers eventually marry, and there is retribution for good and evil.

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663 Chs

Chapter 485: A Slap

It would be best to address this matter promptly.

Besides, it's true that she saved Cheng Ruize, but that was part of her duty. To continually allow herself to be addressed as a life-saving benefactor made her feel somewhat feigned...

"Manager Zhuang, you underestimate your actions. To you, it was merely a matter of saving a life in passing, but to the entire Cheng family, it was an enormous favour."

Qingyu chuckled, "Furthermore, our mistress has heard from the Third Young Master that Manager Zhuang is not after fame or wealth, hence she didn't send elaborate presents, just a few small chosen trinkets. Please, Manager Zhuang, don't refuse to accept them."

Just this...this is the pared-down version?

Zhuang Qingning looked helplessly at the mountain of brocade boxes that Fang Hou and Qingyu held, enough to fill their arms to capacity.

If they had chosen freely, wouldn't they have filled half the room?