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

Gazing at the young girl's faintly flushed exquisite beauty, Ye Wuchen's throat felt like it was on fire, his voice carrying a trace of deep huskiness, "Muer, until I hear you say that you're willing to marry me, or willing to give yourself to me, I will not have a relationship with you."


Although he could no longer bear it now, he must persist for her sake, to spare her from regret and from harboring any grievances, no matter how hard it was for him to restrain himself.


"Wuchen..." Mu Ruyue slightly lifted her head, looking at the godlike handsome face before her, she only wanted to be closer to him, to reduce the temperature on her body.


Ye Wuchen lowered his head to kiss those lips, gently and carefully savoring the woman's fragrance, then his right hand tightly pressed against Mu Ruyue's back, a stream of cool breath flowing slowly from the palm of his hand into her body.


Chapter 135: Ye Wuchen's Fury (Part 2)