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Transmigrated Hood Princess: Master Wu's Wife is not Weak

When sassy, street-smart Amber from Chicago's roughest neighborhood finds herself transmigrated into Song Yanyan's curvy form, she's in for a rude awakening. Trapped in the gilded cage of Wuhan's snobby elite society, Amber must quickly adapt her gangster wit and tough spirit to this new, foreign world. However, Amber is no wilting flower. With her brave hood mentality and sharp tongue, she turns Master Wu's mission upside down. As she unravels the dark secrets behind her new identity, Amber goes toe-to-toe with the arrogant young master, their flames of rivalry soon sparking an unexpected passion. In this world of decadence and deceit, Amber must fight to replace Song Yanyan's meek persona with her bold, unapologetic flair. From intense clashes to wild romantic entanglements, she'll deliver scorching face-slaps to any who dare underestimate the transmigrated hood princess. Brimming with drama, action, laughter, and jaw-dropping revelations, one thing is certain - Master Wu's wife is no shrinking violet. Can this fish-out-of-water hood princess rise as the elite world's feistiest new queen?

FlameWitch · Kỳ huyễn
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144 Chs

Chapter 139

Huang Yanyan's body ached, her wrists sore from the tight ropes that bound her to the cold metal chair. The dim light in the warehouse flickered above her, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the smell of dust and damp, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed in the distance. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to escape, but so far, there was no opening. Every time she tugged at the ropes, they cut into her skin, a painful reminder of how helpless she was in this situation.

Despite the pain, Yanyan's face remained resolute, her jaw clenched as she glared at Xie Liang, who stood in front of her with a smug smile. He paced slowly, holding a set of documents in his hand, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty space. His sharp suit and polished appearance were a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. He was calm, too calm, as if everything was unfolding exactly as he had planned.