Naughty Pouch

He Youran grew up in the countryside. Her father did not love her, her stepmother did not love her, and her grandmother was very annoyed with her. When she was 18, her father gave her away to the handicapped Lu Qingzhuo to cancel out his bad luck. On the first day she moved into the Lu family, she fell to the ground and almost broke Lu Qingzhuo's manhood. On the fifth day after she moved into the Lu family, she ruined Lu Qingzhuo's famous painting worth ten million with a cup of coffee. On the 20th day after she moved into the Lu family, she burned down the kitchen. Lu Qingzhuo, who could not move easily, nearly choked to death from the smoke. He Youran, "I'm really sorry. As compensation, let me treat your leg, okay?" Lu Qingzhuo, "…Is this country bumpkin wife of his dumb?" The Lu family heard the news and happily waited for the Lu family to kick Youran out of the family, only to find out that things did not progress the same way they expected them to be. The best hospital in Imperial Capital, "Professor He is the best surgical professor our hospital ever has." The number one school in the world, "He Youran is the most excellent student our school has ever produced in a century." Hua Country's virology research base, "Professor He is our department's highest executive officer." The most sought-after singer in the entertainment circle, "Allow me to introduce He Youran to everyone. She's my number one composer, Lan Zhao." Everyone who knew He Youran nearly went mad. A certain handicapped man posted on Weibo: [@heyouran, baby, when are we registering our marriage?] He Youran: [Huh? Didn't we agree that our marriage is canceled?] The Lu family, "..." How did the world transform so rapidly suddenly? Setting: Female lead: Seemingly innocent and scatterbrained, but truly possessed impressive powers. She was the creme de la creme in many fields. Male lead: Silent, reticent, loyal, and sincere.


Dragon Boat Translation

The Crippled Bigshot’s Little Ancestor Is Too Cool

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He Youran pulled the violin bow, and a beautiful melody slowly flowed out.

Unlike Tang Yiqing's magnificent atmosphere, her melody was gentle and graceful, dispelling the murderous aura just now.

In a trance, everyone seemed to be able to see the white-clothed saint stepping barefoot on the blood-stained ground.

He looked at the devastated battlefield with pity. The dead soldiers, the broken war flags, the broken carriage shafts... The bright red blood was like an endless flag, stretching to an endless distance.

The saint closed his eyes and wept. The tears of pity fell into the red soil.

Suddenly, the scorched land reappeared with a new green that represented life. The color of life spread from the saint's feet. Green grass, fresh flowers, flowing water…

A silver waterfall rushed down from the broken mountain top. The rushing water washed away the debris on the ground…

Revival