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Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of a Heroic Man

Su Wen read a popular period novel about a heroic man who was tough, gave women a sense of security, and was also somewhat cunning and flirty. He was exactly the kind of man she liked. Hence, she paid one million in subscription fees and transmigrated as the male lead's terrible ex-wife. In the novel, the original host was someone who waited at home for love to come knocking on the door. Although she never thought about starting a family, she was a hopeless romantic. Even when the male lead, Jin Datui, eventually showed up, she was persuaded by the sly female lead to fall for a jerk in the nearby village. After Su Wen transmigrated into the novel, she clung to Jin Datui. She worked hard to go from rags to riches. In the end, her younger sisters all became jealous. They cried about wanting to meet a man by waiting at home, just like she did. They even claimed they would name their children with her surname if they had children. Hence, Su Wen began choosing suitable husbands for her sisters. All the candidates were handsome, talented, and well-built. They all came from influential families too. It was so hard to choose! A certain someone, who felt neglected in the corner, pinned her against the door. "Are they as handsome as I am? Are they as well-built as I am? Are their families as influential as mine?" "But... They're my sisters' potential husbands," Su Wen said. "I belong to you. You can have my savings and even my life," he replied. Su Wen woke up the next day to find twenty bank books by her side. She became deep in thought...

Jiangshan Yigu · 综合
分數不夠
1334 Chs

Chapter 1145: You Don't Love Me Anymore

Who is it, after all?

How could mere footsteps make someone feel so threatened?

Since last night, Ji Fang had been following the Deputy Director and had broadened his horizons, meeting many faces normally seen only in the news. Yet none of those big shots had as oppressive a presence as these footsteps.

Entering his field of view was a tall and slender figure, around thirty years old, with an estimated height of nearly one meter ninety. Perhaps due to the warmth indoors, a brown checkered overcoat was casually draped over his shoulders, and he wore a tailored, elegant suit without a tie. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a sliver of appealing wheat-colored skin.

His features were rugged, yet held an absent-minded playfulness and romantic flair, especially those eyes.

Narrow and long, they carried a hint of mockery and a suggestive smile.

Being glanced at by him, many would unconsciously blush and feel their hearts race.