Tiny Little Small Bottle

The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral. 
Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.” 
On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone!
For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing.
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Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced male lead]

Young Master's Fierce Wife

When the sun rose from the horizon, there was finally no movement in the room.

Mo Yuan, who was guarding outside the door, secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She first replied to Ji Luo, then turned back to the kitchen and extinguished the fire in the stove.

The water in the three vats was already empty. She rubbed her sore arms, picked up the bucket, and went to the courtyard to fetch water. She couldn't help but think to herself that her Young Master and Miss were too good at stirring up trouble. However, she didn't know where Thirty Thousand had gone. There wasn't even anyone to boil water for her.

Thinking of this, she stopped fetching water. It seemed that she had not seen Thirty Thousand since Song Jingchen entered his new room last night.

In the new room, Shen Yijia closed her eyes and let Song Jingchen help her change into clean clothes. She felt a hand on her waist. She looked up and whispered in a muffled voice, "Hubby, don't…"

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