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Mr. Qin, Your Mute Wife is a Full-Level Bigshot

After reincarnating, she pressed against Mr. Qin. "Sir, from the darkness on your forehead, I predict you'll soon face a major disaster. If you want to overcome it, you'll have to marry me. I can guarantee that you'll have many children and grandchildren. You will also become as rich as a nation. "Mr. Qin, who was already as rich as a nation, said, "Get lost." "Honey, when will we have our third child?" He asked one day. "So what if she's Mrs. Qin? She's still a useless mute," a hater said. Shocking! Mr. Qin's mute wife was actually a world-famous voice actor, actress, award-winning scriptwriter, bestselling author, esports champion, top-notch hacker, and god-like racer... "Ehh... It's all for the purpose of entertainment. It doesn't serve society at all." The hater was feeling panicked. Shocking! Ye Caitang is the Dean of the International Medical Research Institute. "I surrender. There's no messing with this one. Goodbye..." The hater said. "Mr. Qin, how do you feel about marrying a full-level bigshot?" The media asked. "Huh? Isn't my wife a fortune-teller?" Mr. Qin replied.

Yue Siyue · perkotaan
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Mr. Qin's Innocence?

Editor: Atlas Studios

Ye Caitang: "…"

Damn, couldn't he be more humble?

It was not enough that she had stroked his ego to the moon and back? He wanted more?

She had used up all the adjectives for handsome men in her vocabulary just now. She could not think of any better adjectives anymore. What should she do?

Ye Caitang blinked her thick and curly eyelashes in distress and stared solemnly at Qin Ruohan, who was so strikingly handsome that people would go "woah!" and take a step back every time they looked at him.

In the end, her big doe eyes suddenly saw that Qin Ruohan's expensive white shirt was covered in scarlet wine.

Seeing that Qin Ruohan's clothes were dirty, she hurriedly unbuttoned Qin Ruohan's suit to prevent the alcohol from staining it.

Qin Ruohan watched as her fair hand suddenly touched the buttons on his suit. His heart could not help but beat faster.