Yao Yao Xian Er

Forced out by her step-mother, she was driven to desperation and had no way of surviving other than to sign herself away and marry herself into a rich and influential family. 
Three years into the marriage, her wealthy husband had spoiled her to heavens. 
The only problem was that they had no inheritors in their family. 
Inside the luxurious mansion, Pei Qiqi angrily threw a stack of newspaper onto the man, “The article is claiming that I am a hen who cannot lay eggs! But Tang Yu, it’s you who has issues!”
The man put down the newspaper and agreed to what his young wife was saying, “Why would they write false information? Your zodiac is the pig!”
“Tang! Yu!” She stomped her feet out of anger.
The man grinned, “So what we have no kids? You are my little baby.”
Pei Qiqi thought, how did this scene change so fast! 


Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

    Su Xiu stared at it for a long time, and then she heard a scream from the little maid downstairs.


  she ran down and saw ye liangqiu slowly fall to the ground, but she was still holding the box in her hands.


  She reached out to open it and saw that there were seven or eight big blisters on her hand.


  su xiu was stunned and held the box for a long time.


  her hands were burning, and her heart was trembling.


  after a long time, su xiu let out a sorrowful cry and fell unconscious.


  it was just that the box was in her hands. similarly, su xiu's hands were also scalded.


  The wound on their hands would never be erased.


  when ye liangqiu woke up, she was on the bed in the bedroom upstairs. as soon as she woke up, she felt a burst of heat on her hand.| It was a burning pain.


  He raised his hand and looked at it. His hand was wrapped in white cloth and had been bandaged.


  "You're awake?" a familiar gentle voice rang in her ears.


Cold autumn, tell the truth (1)