Xiao Qiye

Hunted for the Alchemical Book in her hand - Mu Ruyue wakes up in the body of a wastrel in Shenwu Continent - a martial arts dominated world. 
Her fiancé has jilted her in favor of her foster sister. 
Her father condones her abuse. 
Her younger sister wishes she was never born. 
And the whole country ridicules and insults her for being a first-rate wastrel.
Wastrel? Not at all. With the Alchemical Book in her hand, what pills and elixirs can't she refine?
Jilted? She'd rather marry the pure and innocent Ghost King, Ye Wuchen.
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Mu Ruyue: Stop calling me Sister!
Ye Wuchen: Can I call you Wife then?
Mu Ruyue: Not that either!
Ye Wuchen: (about to cry)
Mu Ruyue: (sighs) Suit yourself.
Ye Wuchen then leans forward and kisses the corners of her lips.
Mu Ruyue: …Did a child just steal her first kiss?
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Brother 1: Let her go!
Brother 2: She is my mother, why should I let go of her!
Brother 1: Don't ever think of robbing my mother!
Mu Ruyue: Let me introduce you, Jing'er, this is your younger brother. Huang'er, this is your elder brother. 
Huang'er: Mother, this stupid boy bullied me. He's not my brother.
Jing'er: Little guy, from now on, you must listen to me. 
Ye Wuchen: (How exactly do these two regard him? They dare fight over his wife in front of him...)

My Foolish Husband Turned Out to Have a Hidden Identity Too

Mu Tingting felt heartache from which she couldn't extricate herself, and her mind went blank momentarily. The woman who was holding Ye Tianfeng's neck and monopolizing his warmth was so glaring to her eyes.


"Young Master Shi, I have done so much for you, could it be that this is how you treat me?" Mu Tingting smiled bitterly, tears falling like a torrential rain, her lashes, wet with tears, trembled and made her look particularly fragile and pitiable, "Originally, if it were not for being a match for Young Master Shi, why would I have participated in that competition? If it weren't for you, Young Master, how would such things have happened ultimately?"


Ye Tianfeng felt a twinge of guilt in his heart, but despite the guilt, he could not marry Mu Tingting, nor could he possibly have only her in his life forever. Therefore, he did not think he was at fault.


"Ting'er, I will let you enter the door."


Mu Tingting's eyes brightened, "Really? And you would still marry me?"


Chapter 67: Scumbag Ye Tianfeng