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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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Shangguan Yu's Gift

Editor: Atlas Studios

Song Jingchen didn't expect Shangguan Han to be so poor. He walked around and chose a famous calligraphy treasure and an inkstone before coming out.

Thinking of something, he looked at Shangguan Han. "Let's go to your study."

Shangguan Han pursed his lips. "Cousin…"

Since he was young, he had a habit of putting everything he liked in the study. If he didn't like it, he would throw it into the private warehouse. Song Jingchen knew this.

Song Jingchen didn't say anything and only looked at him quietly.

Shangguan Han's face fell. He resigned himself to fate and led the way to the study.

This wasn't the first time Song Jingchen had come to his study, so he already knew the layout of the room.

After entering, he went straight to the rack and took down the most eye-catching long box.

Seeing what he was holding, Shangguan Han's eyelids twitched. He ran forward to snatch it back. "Cousin, this won't do."