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Transmigration: Master Jiang's Hot Spy Wife

She was the government's deadliest secret weapon - a spy who lived by her wits and lethal skills. But when her little brother was kidnapped, even Bai Yunshu's training couldn't stop the shocking betrayal that cost her everything...including her life. Reborn into the body of bullied debutante Feng Ruoxi, Yunshu finds herself greeted by a cruel father, a venomous stepmother, and the last thing she ever expected - an elite fiancé from one of the nation's most powerful families! Jiang Yukang, her so-called husband-to-be, is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. But little does this prime catch realize his delicate doe-eyed bride is actually a fiery former spy with lethal skills and a whole new lease on life. What begins as a risky masquerade will soon become an unstoppable whirlwind of sizzling seduction, unraveling mysteries, and dark secrets best left untouched. Can Yunshu claim her rightful status as Master Jiang's hot spy wife while surviving the treacherous world of Kyoto's privileged elite? With her pulse-pounding survival skills and Jiang Yukang's mesmerizing talents in the bedchambers, this transmigrated soul is taking names and leaving a scorching trail of desire in her wake! No enemy can stop this reincarnated vixen from becoming the supreme don't-mess-with-me empress!

FlameWitch · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
283 Chs
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#MYSTERY
#TRANSMIGRATION
#GENIUS
#BETRAYAL
#REVENGE
#SWEETLOVE
#POWERFULCOUPLE
#MAFIA

Pulling Strings

The stress mounted with each passing minute, a palpable tension that settled over the occupants of the vehicle like a suffocating shroud. Mrs. Xia's eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, her cheeks glistening with the tracks of silent tears. Xia Xingxing, on the other hand, maintained a stoic facade, but the occasional trembling of her hands betrayed the turmoil raging beneath the surface.

After what felt like an eternity of navigating the labyrinthine streets of Kyoto, Jiang Yukang's voice cut through the heavy silence, his tone measured and calm. "I think we have to go to a police station."

Mrs. Xia nodded, her movements jerky and uncertain. "Yes, yes, let's do that," she murmured, grasping at the glimmer of hope that Jiang Yukang's suggestion offered.