Demoness, where are you Fleeing to? - Chapter 4 Test Your Understanding_1

Unconditional obedience to him? Dream on! Regrettably, after marrying Tang Yuchen, An Ruo's daily thoughts were of escape, escape, and more escape! Someone grew furious, “You want to flee? The only way out is if you die, or I perish!” Fine, she chose death! Yet he laughed wickedly, “Woman, do you intend to kill the son in your womb?”

”The so-called Taisu meridian is a physiognomy technique, which can observe the noble and the poor, predict good and bad, and calculate good and bad fortune. Good people, dare to let the meridian be supported? One vein is worth a fortune! ”

You see, how easy it is to make money, can you live?

Nonsence!

In two lives, Qin Liuxi’s ideal is always to muddle along, after all, there are always people in the world who are willing to be salted fish and do not seek to make progress, and let her do such wasteful things!

But when the whole family appeared in front of them miserably, Qin Liuxi’s salty fish days also disappeared.

Facing the precarious Qin family that was about to collapse, and the maid begging for business with an empty money box, Qin Liuxi had no choice but to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the eldest lady, running the house, raising the elders, and raising the baby!

Qin Liuxi: I obviously took the Xianyu script, who secretly changed it for me?

Cousin who was so suspicious of her life by the eldest sister: I feel that the eldest sister sees us as if we are in trouble!

The third son of Qin who was beaten up by the eldest lady to teach him how to be a man: Be bold and get rid of the feeling!

Qin Xiaowu, who was driven into autism by the eldest sister: The elder sister is mine, dear, no one can snatch her away!

Later, someone asked Qin Liuxi if he could start his life again, what would his dream be?

Qin Liuxi was silent for a long time: If you don’t want to make progress, it will take a hundred years!

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Sophia Alcott, the daughter of Earl Alcott, lives a lonely life as a maligned and infamous shut in, with nothing to do but to work on her skills as a budding apothecary in the dusty storeroom she’s forced to call home.That is until she suddenly wakes up one day and finds herself in the body of an even more infamous villainess (one who actually earned her reputation) locked up in a tower.Although the only clue she has about how this happened is a cryptic note, instead of despairing about her new situation, she’s in awe at just how luxurious the treatment she’s receiving in this ‘prison’ is compared to how she had to live before.Meanwhile, back at Earl Alcott’s mansion, all hell is about to break loose.That’s because…

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