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Young Master Qin Keeps Coveting Me After I Beat Him Up

Jiang Xun was transmigrated as a cannon fodder. Her mother died when she was young, her stepmother schemes against her, and her father abandoned her in a village. But Jiang Xun didn’t panic, and she was a person who always won by virtue. Thieves would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll change careers!" Thugs would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll return the money!" At the Jiang family banquet, guests were watching her every move, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. “I heard that she’s been living in the village for eleven years and has a country bumpkin-like feel to her. If I were the Jiang family, I wouldn't risk her embarrassing me by letting her attend." Mr. Jiang said to her, "Stay behind your mother and don’t speak lest you embarrass yourself." Her stepmother nodded. "The Qin family’s patriarch, Qin Mufeng is noble, benevolent, and abstinent. Don’t even think about someone like him; he's completely out of your league.” Sure. She didn’t intend to marry into a rich family anyway. She just wanted to beat up the man in the rumors. But why was this man following her around all day every day?

As If Dawn · 综合
分數不夠
948 Chs

She Grabbed Onto His Arm

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Jiang Xun received the message, she didn't know why, but she was so nervous that she could hardly sit still. Her heartbeat was also awfully fast.

Jiang Xun went to the door and waited, listening for Mufeng's footsteps. 

She didn't know why, but she just couldn't bring herself to sit quietly.

After a while, she heard footsteps, but they didn't sound like Mufeng's.

Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell of the room opposite hers—Mufeng's room.

She tilted her head, puzzled. Just as she was about to open the door to see who it was, she heard a woman's voice.

"Mr. Qin." 

*

Mufeng had just returned with the barbecue when he heard Ruhan calling for him.

From her position behind the door, Jiang Xun curled her lips in displeasure. After Yu Mingshu had failed, along came a lost little Li Ruhan. Mufeng must have his hands full. 

"What's the matter?" Mufeng's expression was cold as he spoke.