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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]

Tiny Little Small Bottle · Geral
Classificações insuficientes
998 Chs

Venting

Editor: Atlas Studios

"Young lady, are you satisfied with this place?" The tall man stopped and looked back at Shen Yijia lecherously. He even rubbed his hands together.

Shen Yijia looked around. It was an alley that could only accommodate three people. There were no outsiders here. Strictly speaking, it was not spacious enough, but it would be a waste of time to change places. It was fine.

Therefore, Shen Yijia nodded obediently.

The ruffians laughed again, and tacitly let the tall man go first.

The tall man reached out to Shen Yijia again.

There was a click.

"Ah…"

Immediately after, a scream sounded. Everyone was shocked.

Shen Yijia did not give anyone a chance to react. She grabbed the tall man's collar and threw him over her shoulder, throwing him against the wall and knocking him unconscious.

The others reacted and pounced on her. Shen Yijia dodged one of them and swept her foot downwards. The man fell flat on his face.