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My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

She is a cultivator from another world. She is proficient in refining artifacts, improving elixirs, talisman arrays, medical skills, and even fortune-telling. Due to several unexpected tribulations, her reputation was tarnished and she became the second daughter of the Lu family who harbored ill intentions toward her future brother-in-law. What? She had just been reborn, and she was going to marry a ferocious man who was known as the living Lord of Hell and the second young master of the Mu family whose legs were disabled?! Fine! Since that man was so magnificent and fit her taste, she would marry him anyway! But what happened to his legs being inconvenient? Who was the man who would pounce on her from time to time at night and pamper her until she felt sore all over?! Who was the one that first spread the rumors? Would they dare to come forward? They would most likely be crippled if they did not kill him! [In the modern world, the male and the female are both strong. From evil torturing to extensive face slapping, this story is filled with endless thrills. There are mythical dimensions, cute babies and even (not scary) supernatural occurrences. Both leads are immaculate and pure while the male lead is addicted to doting on his wife!

Mo Qianyi · perkotaan
Peringkat tidak cukup
2300 Chs

Going Back on the Scumbag Father and His Mistress (4)

Editor: Henyee Translations

Du Jinqian wasn't angry either. He said, following what Lu Bochuan said, "Since you've already said so, you should understand that business can be affected by many factors.

"If other people don't want to work with the Lu family, who can you blame?"

Du Jinqian refuted Lu Bochuan. He must say that it was really satisfying!

"You… You…!"

Lu Bochuan was so furious that he almost couldn't breathe. His face had turned to the color of a pig liver, not to mention how bad he looked.

"Bochuan, are you alright?"

Xia Fangqing showed her phony side at the right time. She held Lu Bochuan gently as she asked softly with concern.

Seeing that there were more and more people around, Lu Zijia didn't want to waste any more time on Lu Bochuan, this scumbag father.

So, she glanced over at the crowd. Her gaze landed on one person and she walked towards that person quickly.

"Are you a reporter?"