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Young Master's Fierce Wife

The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral. Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.” On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone! For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing. - Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced male lead]

Tiny Little Small Bottle · 综合
分數不夠
998 Chs

Jiajia Is Rejected by Song Jingchen

編輯: Atlas Studios

At some point, the originally sunny sky outside darkened. The rows of bamboo planted in the courtyard rustled in the wind.

A cold, wet wind blew in, and it began to rain.

Shen Yijia shrank back. Before she could speak, Mo Yuan had already taken a step forward and closed the window for her.

"The weather has turned cold. Miss, please put on more clothes." Mo Yuan's tone was emotionless, but her words were filled with concern.

If not for the fact that Shen Yijia was already used to her tone, she would have suspected that she owed her money.

"Oh, that's not right. I don't think I've ever given Mo Yuan a monthly allowance." she thought.

Shen Yijia pursed her lips and took out a piece of silver from her pouch and handed it to him. It was about a tael of silver.

"Here, this is your monthly allowance."

Mo Yuan was stunned. "I don't need an allowance."