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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

This Meal Has Nothing To Do With You

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

Someone commented on the bullet screen, [Yu Mingshu really makes people speechless. Why is she shouting that she's tired when she's holding that small bag of things?]

Shuidong and Kangwang were preparing lunch when Jiang Xun rushed out of the kitchen and was about to reach out to receive the things. However, when she saw the small bag in Mingshu's hand, she stopped in her tracks.

Then, she passed by Mingshu and didn't slow down at all. She directly went to Yizheng and Zhang Jian and said, "Teacher Liu, Brother Zhang, I'll take over."

"It's okay, it's okay." Yizheng was very polite. There was no need for the little girl to take so many things.

He was just disgusted with Mingshu's attitude a while ago. But he was a man, so how could he let a girl be tired.

Before Yizheng could finish his sentence, his hands were empty, and the ingredients had already reached Jiang Xun's hands.