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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 · 都市
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567 Chs

Secret from 10 Years Ago

編集者: Atlas Studios

Qin Ruohan suddenly ordered coldly.

"Cancel it."

Qin Shi suddenly looked at Qin Ruohan in surprise, and the frustration in his heart instantly dissipated.

"Noted. I'll do it immediately."

He knew it—that Little Mute was spouting nonsense. How could she know how to tell fortunes?

Most of the fortune-tellers in the world were charlatans.

After Qin Shi left, Qin Ruohan could not help but think of Ye Caitang's exquisite facial features and fair skin.

Especially that lass' big and bright doe eyes that sparkled like stars. They were lively and charming, and extremely seductive.

Those beautiful big eyes always gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity.

Late at night, Qin Ruohan suddenly woke up in fear from his sleep.

He turned on the bedside lamp and poured a glass of red wine. He walked to the French window with loneliness and coldness, and looked at the slightly cold moonlight outside the window.