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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
157 Chs

Bait and Switch

The opulent Xiao mansion loomed over the city skyline, a towering monument to wealth and power. Within its lavish walls, an atmosphere of simmering tension hung thick in the air.

Xiao Mingyuan paced back and forth across the plush carpet of his cavernous office, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched tightly. Two young men sat hunched over laptops in the corner, the rapid clacking of keys the only sound save for the sharp staccato of Mingyuan's footsteps.

"Brother, you have to sit down," Xiao Mingliang drawled from his position sprawled in a high-backed leather chair. "You're making me dizzy with all that pacing."

Xiao Mingyuan shot his younger brother a withering glare, his hands clenching into white-knuckled fists at his sides. "How do you expect me to sit down when I just buried my brother and have yet to find his killer?"