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Rebirth of the Villainess: Young Master Lu’s Wicked Wife

In her past life, Su Xiaofei lost everything when her father’s other daughter came, essentially ruining her life. Only at the end of her life did her half-sister Ye Mingyu, reveal the truth. Su Xiaofei wasn’t her parents’ real child, but an orphan that they chose to adopt when they found out that her adoptive mother couldn’t conceive a child. After losing her adoptive mother and her own life, Su Xiaofei was given a chance to make it right! Returning to the days before the mother and daughter pair ruined her life, Su Xiaofei decided she would no longer be a filial child to her scum of a father, and promised not to love her trash of a husband. Just as she thought her heart had turned cold and immune to love, a certain Young Master Lu decided to profess his undying love for her. In the last moments of her past life, Lu Qingfeng was the only one who held her limp body close and shed tears as she departed from the world of the living. "My mind is already set. Aside from you, I will not marry someone else. Moreover, in this lifetime and the next ones, I will only have you as my wife." In everyone’s eyes, she was the wicked villainess, but for Lu Qingfeng, Su Xiaofei was his personal goddess. As she navigates through her second chance at life, would Su Xiaofei be able to teach her heart not to be swayed by his love? Editor/proofreader: ninaviews Warning for future r18 scenes and themes not appropriate for young audience. Book cover illustration by Snow Le Art Copyright2022 anjeeriku

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Why Is It You? (3)

Bai Qingyue lifted her head this time and looked at her daughter, seeing her crying. When she came here to confirm if Su Xiaofei was really her daughter, she only wanted to know if Su Xiaofei held a grudge against her, but she didn't expect to see her in the lowest point of her life.

Bai Qingyue had long stayed away from being a mother. Even in the roles she was playing, she refused to play motherly roles or to hold a child no matter how much others insisted. In her whole life, she had only held a baby once, and that was her daughter. Her one and only child.

The same daughter who was looking at her with tears pooling in her eyes at this very moment. The same daughter who made it clear that she didn't care one bit about her and only treated her as a person who gave birth to her, nothing more.