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# domesticfight # omnipotent
Transmigrating into a scene of domestic violence, as well as trying to cleverly get a divorce and remarry… It was just like walking into a den of lions all over again! Han Qiao picked up a stick to beat all of them!

Her scoldings could be heard till the end of the streets, and she could even beat someone up until they begged for mercy.

She opened a store, and also bought a piece of land and a house. She encouraged her hunter of a husband to move forward and upwards, and raised three daughters whom everyone in the country praised.

With glory and wealth in her hands and a strong, unwavering love between the couple, who wouldn’t want such a life?

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When Heng Yi was twenty four, he lost his heart and soul the moment Han Qiao smiled at him.

When he found her again, she was already married.

Were they destined to be apart in this life?

But when he found out that her husband was a cowardly man with violent tendencies, he almost crushed the glass in his hand out of anger.

The dream woman who had slipped from his grasp was being bullied by some other man!

No! He wouldn’t let this go on!

When he was about to save her, he found out that Han Qiao was trying to get a divorce.

The blood in his veins boiled, and he decided to secretly protect her. He waited for her to leave that b*stard, then finally appeared and hugged her from behind.

“I’ve waited a long time for you.”

So what if she was once married? He would still pamper her like she was a treasure from the heavens!

I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband

Wen Yu and Gu Jiu could not help but sigh.

When would their children be able to laugh and play so carefree like this?

They didn't have to worry about their clothes getting dirty or their parents punishing them if their shoes got wet.

Han Qiao doted on the children. The children caught crabs by the stream. He Cheng was so small that he was led by his older brother and sisters. They took off their shoes and socks and played in the water.

They tied the crabs he caught with straw for him to play with.

He was so happy that he kept screaming.

"Children, we should set off," Han Qiao said gently.

Even though her voice was not loud, the children immediately replied, "Yes, Mother."

"Mother, here. Crab, eat!" He Cheng walked over with crabs.

He had long forgotten that his finger had been pinched by the crab a few days ago. The only thing he remembered was the taste of crabs.

The Death of Father Hu