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The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool!

For more than a decade, she disguised herself as a weakling while preyed on the strong – Qiao Qing had never viewed reputation as an important matter. But people began to take advantage and purposely hurt the ones she cared about. Qiao Qing then decided to stop hiding her real self. An incapable good-for-nothing? Her natural genius IQ can explode your eyeballs! A lowly commoner? Her real identity made her someone who you are not worthy enough to be friends with! A feeble chick? Her skills in ancient martial art can result in you looking for your teeth all over the ground! A godly student, a godly Go player, a godly night rider, a godly martial artist… as her real identity revealed little by little, all those snobs who once viewed her poorly began to switch sides and attempted to please her. Qiao Qing shut the front door. No guests welcomed. She blocked those who wanted her for their own selfish demands, but she couldn’t stop this one evildoer from approaching her. Just like that, climbing over the walls and entering through the window became Jun Yexuan’s specialty. As the President of the Jun Corporation, he had enough to protect Qiao Qing her entire life. But what bothered him was that Qiao Qing was far too independent and far too capable. Without any of his help, she was able to successfully handle everything. Jun Yexuan became moody – he felt like he wasn’t needed! So, on a random day, a cry for help appeared on Weibo, “What do I do when the wife is too capable? Waiting for immediate responses – it’s urgent.”

Tong Nieer · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
1017 Chs

Based on my Calculations, Uncle, you’re about to Face a Bloody Calamity in the Near Future.

Editor: Rainystars

Qiao Qing was flustered and quickly tried to button her shirt back up. The other person in the room, however, stopped her. 

Jun Yexuan had a lump in his throat as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Let me help you."

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Three years later. 

Capital Country.

Capital City. 

At the airport. 

Mu Jinghang had just gotten off his flight and exited the VIP tunnel when he bumped into a young boy. 

He quickly knelt down to help, "Hey, little guy, are you… O…"

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Behind him, his assistant Qin Liang was confused. He's never met Sang Wu and had no idea why the president was so shocked.

"President? What's wrong? What's wrong with the kid?"

Mu Jinghang didn't seem to have heard him and continued to stare at the boy. His eyes were now damp.

They looked so much alike.

The boy in front of him was basically Sang Wu's clone with masculine features.