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I became the Prime Minister's Adored Wife after Transmigrating

Ji Zhao, the heir of the royal chef transmigrated into a book... and became the cannon fodder ex-wife of the male lead, of a novel which she wrote harsh article about! Conceited, vulgar and toxic! Cucking the male lead, bullying her family, and ending up crazy! Having known the plot, Ji Zhao did not have to panic! With skewers, grills and other gourmet cooking, she turned the tables! Her luck was outstanding! Catching fat fish, wild pheasants and gathering duck eggs! Life was beautiful! She bought houses, mansions and start businesses! Smiling as she earned endless money to goof off, the future prime minister seemed to get closer to her..."You! Why are you getting so close?" "I'm your husband, silly!" "Ex-husband!" Ji Zhao snapped."Oh, really?"On the next day, Ji Zhao was crying and begging for mercy."I'm so sorry, my lord!" "Call me darling!"

Cheng Yi · Geral

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363 Chs

Am I Good-looking?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Ji Zhao was so nervous that she wanted to pull out her right hand, but Shen Yao tightened his grip.

"What… what are you doing?" Ji Zhao mustered up the courage to look into his eyes and asked softly.

"Don't move," Shen Yao said softly. Then, he carefully raised her right hand and turned her wrist over, wiping away some of the lamb blood that was stuck to it.

"…Thank you?" Ji Zhao quickly retracted her hand. "I suddenly remembered that I still need some green onions. I'll go find Mother…"

"Wait!" Shen Yao suddenly stopped her.

"Is there… anything else?"

"Ah Tao, are you afraid of me?" Shen Yao walked in front of her again and asked gently.

"No… no?" Ji Zhao quickly waved her hand. "I'm not afraid of you. I, I, I… Why would I be afraid of you? I'm not afraid of you."

"Ah Tao, do you like that wooden hairpin?" Shen Yao did not find any trace of the wooden hairpin on her bun, and his tone sounded a little disappointed.

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