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Young Master's Fierce Wife

The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral. Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.” On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone! For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing. - Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced male lead]

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998 Chs

Attack (3)

編集者: Atlas Studios

Ji Luo was so touched that his eyes turned red. "You must be hungry. Mother will make you a bowl of noodles."

Shen Yijia's hands trembled. "No need, no need. We're not hungry yet. Let's have lunch when Mo Yuan comes back."

Song Jingchen found it funny, but he agreed. "Mother, rest for a while."

"I won't cook too much. Fill your stomachs first."

She put away the gifts that Shen Yijia had given her and went into the kitchen.

"Madam, I'll help you start the fire." Hearing about the food, Thirty Thousand followed her.

Song Jingchen and Shen Yijia looked at each other. They were doomed!

A knock sounded at the door.

There was a knock on the door behind her. Someone was at home, and the door was not closed.

Shen Yijia turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a white beard standing at the door.

The man was wearing very ordinary clothes and smiled at her uncomfortably.