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Mr. Ye's Wife is Sassy and Flirtatious

Rong Qi, who had been labeled a fool, was married off to a crippled man with a predicted short lifespan, becoming the subject of ridicule in the entire city. However, after her marriage, Rong Qi began to assert herself and retaliate against her detractors. Her parents said, "A fool like you has no place at this important party." Undeterred, Rong Qi arrived at the event dressed impeccably. "Who's the fool now? Did you know I'm the world's top designer?" Her stepmother sneered, "You can't possibly get admitted to the number one college in Leucia, you silly girl." But Rong Qi insisted on entering with a book in hand. "I'm not here to study. I'm a specially appointed lecturer." Ladies from all walks of life stopped her from entering the operating room. "Stop pretending. You're wicked. Stay away from Mr. Ye!" "Shut up, or I'll shut you up with a single jab!" Rong Qi yelled with a cold expression on her face. The fool had risen. The people of the city clamored, "Mr. Ye, please keep an eye on your wife!" "I apologize for spoiling her so much..." Mr. Ye replied.

Midnight · Urbano
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640 Chs

Seeking Wang Qing's Shelter

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"You can't move these things! They belong to my household. Who gave you permission to take them away?" Mrs. Rong Sr. commanded.

Mrs. Rong Sr. was shoved to the ground, twisting her ankle and causing her sharp pain. Unable to stand, she could only sit on the ground clutching her foot, wailing. Yet despite her cries, nobody paid her any attention. The movers continued with their work, indifferent to her protestations.

Mrs. Rong Sr. felt as though the sky was collapsing around her. Without money or power, she was invisible to these people, no better than a beggar. As she sobbed on the ground, a voice of confusion came from above.

"Grandma, what are you doing here?"

Rong Feiyu stood before Mrs. Rong Sr., dressed in a beautiful dress, her face delicately made up, her hair fashioned into an attractive style. Rong Feiyu looked like a pampered little princess. Mrs. Rong Sr. looked up at her with mixed emotions.