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The Herbal Scents of Farm Life

Suddenly finding herself in a rural setting, Lin Caisang became the village's renowned 'Star of Wealth and Honor'. Surrounded by unique relatives, they treated her as if she were a rare panda—held preciously in their palms for fear she would fall and gently kept in their mouths lest she dissolved. Meet the exceptional relatives: The Powerhouse Father, who declared, "You want Sangsang to get married? You'll have to get past me first." The Stingy Mother, questioning, "What does she need a husband for? She can have all the fine food and a carefree life with me!" The Sly Grandfather, suggesting, "Girls shouldn’t have to do the dirty, tiring work. Quick, call over your brother!" The Majestic Grandmother, fiercely proclaiming, "Who dares to bully Sangsang? Let them face a fight to the death with me!" The Protective Brother, assuring, "Little sister, all the good food is for you. I am not hungry!" Holding her flabby flesh, Lin Caisang wept without tears: "Let me go! I need to lose weight!" Meanwhile, the strikingly handsome, icy man next door not only protected and spoiled her in secret but also had a not-so-simple identity.....

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Chapter 937 How So Reckless_1

"Sang'er!"

Ya Molian tried to stop her, but as he reached out his hand, he vomited fresh blood again and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

"Don't go, come back..."

He muttered a few last words and then slowly closed his eyes.

...

In a dense jungle, a large swath of dead grass had been cleared away. Against each tree trunk leaned a person, some with closed eyes, others tending to their wounds.

"Zhe Jue, leave this to me. Go take care of your own wounds," Lin Caisang took the wet cloth from Zhe Jue into her own hands and started wiping the blood from the corner of Ya Molian's mouth, while instructing Zhe Jue.

"Yes."

Zhe Jue took another look at his master, who was still unconscious against the tree, saw that the mistress was taking good care of him and that some color had returned to his face, and then turned to leave, reassured, to tend to his own wounds.