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Unlimited estates for rural beauty

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father. Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?” Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed. In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

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Chapter 322: Building a Manor (1)

Beitang Qinmeng was taken aback upon hearing she was to be married to Xuanyuan Jueqing, and she couldn't help but exclaim in shock, her eyes incredulously staring at Zongzheng Tinglan, her previously rosy-cheeked smiling face now pale and her mouth slightly agape.

Seeing his sister's expression like this, Beitang Xuan's profound eyes couldn't help but take a few more glances at the man who had just entered the hall. His strong body was clad in dark cyan-colored clothes; thick black brows adorned his deep-set eyes, with long eyelashes veiling the sharpness within.

His face was as still as still waters, the solitary and cold aura around him seemed palpable, like the chilling luster of the cold moonlight.

Beitang Xuan nodded silently to himself; this man was indeed much better than those hypocritical sons of nobles and princes. No wonder his proudly aloof sister could harbor affections for him.