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

A figure clad in red burst in energetically, and the man's phoenix eyes slightly lifted, his extraordinarily beautiful face beamed with a devilishly perfect smile. His gaze quickly fell upon Mu Ruyue.


This man was even more beautiful than a woman, causing some of the ladies present to feel outshined.


Mu Ruyue was startled for a moment, wondering how this damnably enchanting man had arrived.


Seeing Feng Jingtian approaching Mu Ruyue, Ye Wuchen tightly grasped her hand. A trace of evil flashed through his purple eyes as he lifted his head to look at Feng Jingtian, his handsome features as chillingly cold as if from the underworld.


"What are you doing here?" Ye Wuchen's voice was cold and stern, devoid of the gentleness he showed Mu Ruyue.


Feng Jingtian's lips curved into a smile, a smile so captivating it could upstage the sun and moon themselves.


"I and this woman are old friends; of course, I would come to congratulate her on her wedding."


Chapter 258: The Wedding Night (Part 2)