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

"Yue'er, this might be the last time your mother combs your hair for you," Madam Sheng Yue said gently as she combed through Mu Ruyue's hair, her smile warm and elegant.


Although she was still in the Xiao Family, Madam Sheng Yue still felt the sadness of marrying off a daughter.


Fortunately, the son-in-law was a good man who wouldn't mistreat their precious daughter...


Mu Ruyue did not speak, merely gazing at herself in the ancient mirror. Her slender fingers softly traced her features while a faint smile curved her lips.


She had only been here for two years, yet so much had happened.


In these two years, she had seen every little thing Ye Wuchen did for her, and with such a man by her side giving so much, how could she not be moved?


Even a heart made of stone would be warmed by his tenderness.


Suddenly, she recalled the innocent and sincere voice of the man saying, "My wife, have we met in a previous life?"


Chapter 254: Grand Wedding, Congratulations from All Directions (Part 3)