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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

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編集者: Atlas Studios

"Yes, I can watch them starve!" Song Jingchen interrupted him sternly.

"If the Old Master and Teacher were still alive, they would definitely not want to see you like this," Fan Mingyuan said with a sorrowful expression.

Song Jingchen looked at Fan Mingyuan, who kept trying to insist he was right, and suddenly felt relieved. It wasn't worth getting angry over this person. He sneered, "If my father and grandfather were still around, do you think you would be able to see me here?"

Fan Mingyuan choked and blushed. He wanted to struggle one last time, but a small hand suddenly grabbed his collar.

He looked at the person who had suddenly walked up to him in shock. He saw her lift his body.

Shen Yijia looked at the mud on Fan Mingyuan's clothes and said unhappily, "My husband wants you to get lost."

With that, she dragged him out.

"M-my lord…" The coachman was shocked to see his lord being treated like this and wanted to step forward.