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Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue is in dire straits— Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband. This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings. Sugary Scene Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?" Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now." Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.” Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.

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She would be a very good boss

Anlan Xintong thought of the discussion that everyone had just had. It seemed that this woman was called Wu xiuwan or something. Her embroidery skills were also very good and she was once very famous.

However, her eyes were blurry because of her days and nights of embroidery.

Anlan Xintong was a doctor, and if her vision was blurry, she would be fine after taking a few pills.

She really wanted to rope these people in to enter the brocade workshop that she was about to open.

Anlan Xintong continued to walk forward with little cui as she thought about this.

Then, the two of them continued to follow Wu xiuwan.

They arrived at a Valley, and at the foot of the valley was a small village.

It was almost dusk, and smoke was rising from the village.

Wu xiuwan walked toward a wooden house.

There was an old woman at the door, her hair a little white. She was sitting on a stool, feeling around as she did some needlework.