Skin White As Snow

“That’s a jinx and must be rid of. It’s that or you and your family get out of here.” 
Su Xiaolu was transmigrated into this world as a newborn, and the instant she opened her eyes, she was deemed a burden and a jinx by a venomous grandmother-in-law. 
Her father, Su Sanlang, gritted his teeth and said, “Alright then, you can separate us from the family and we’ll leave.” 
For the sake of keeping her alive, they were forced to leave the main family and start a new life elsewhere. They ventured into a new profession, went hunting, and their lives gradually improved. 
Despite being called a jinx, she became the apprentice of a divine physician at the age of three, inherited his legacy, and became known to the world. She treated her brothers’ brain disease and her eldest brother became a profound martial artist while her second brother became a scholar. They all brought glory to their family. 
Now a divine physician herself and well-versed in nutritious recipes, she owned the largest restaurant in the Zhou Dynasty and earned so much money that she couldn’t possibly finish spending them in ten lives. 
Her family grew more prosperous and their horrible relatives showed up, trying to ride their coattails. 
Su Xiaolu smirked. “Close the gates and release the tiger!”

Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Madam Zhao looked at Su Xiaolu for a while before smiling and nodding. "Alright, I understand."

Su Xiaolu heaved a sigh of relief and hugged Madam Zhao. She said in a wheedling tone, "Mother, I can find a man I like in the future, right? Father and Mother will allow me to choose for myself, right?"

Madam Zhao's heart softened. She touched Su Xiaolu's smooth hair and said softly, "Of course."

This was her youngest daughter. She was already so big, and it was already time to think about her marriage. Madam Zhao had mixed feelings. She naturally had to like someone whom she had to spend the rest of her life with.

If she didn't like them, how sad would her days be? How could she and her father not allow her to do so?

The gentleness and doting in Madam Zhao's tone made Su Xiaolu feel at ease. She knew that she was free.

Su Xiaolu rubbed against Madam Zhao's arms and said, "Mother, I'm going out."

A Little Talented