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Transmigration: Master Jiang's Hot Spy Wife

She was the government's deadliest secret weapon - a spy who lived by her wits and lethal skills. But when her little brother was kidnapped, even Bai Yunshu's training couldn't stop the shocking betrayal that cost her everything...including her life. Reborn into the body of bullied debutante Feng Ruoxi, Yunshu finds herself greeted by a cruel father, a venomous stepmother, and the last thing she ever expected - an elite fiancé from one of the nation's most powerful families! Jiang Yukang, her so-called husband-to-be, is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. But little does this prime catch realize his delicate doe-eyed bride is actually a fiery former spy with lethal skills and a whole new lease on life. What begins as a risky masquerade will soon become an unstoppable whirlwind of sizzling seduction, unraveling mysteries, and dark secrets best left untouched. Can Yunshu claim her rightful status as Master Jiang's hot spy wife while surviving the treacherous world of Kyoto's privileged elite? With her pulse-pounding survival skills and Jiang Yukang's mesmerizing talents in the bedchambers, this transmigrated soul is taking names and leaving a scorching trail of desire in her wake! No enemy can stop this reincarnated vixen from becoming the supreme don't-mess-with-me empress!

FlameWitch · แฟนตาซี
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157 Chs

The Clandestine Confessional 

A woman glided across the ancient stone floor of the dimly lit church, her movements graceful yet purposeful. Clad in a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves, she exuded an aura of power and affluence. Crimson stilettos clicked sharply against the floor with each stride, the only sound echoing through the sacred space. 

A black silk scarf concealed her face, leaving only her piercing eyes visible behind dark sunglasses - a stark contrast to the demure setting. Despite the late hour, she carried herself with the unwavering confidence of someone accustomed to demanding attention and obedience.

As she neared the confession booth, a few scattered worshippers turned to gaze upon the enigmatic figure, their curiosity piqued by her mysteriously alluring presence. With a slight tilt of her head, she seemed to silently dare them to stare, reveling in the weight of their inquisitive looks.