Su Yueyue

Ye Muyu, an elite of a modern company, got married and had children directly after transmigrating. She became a talented scholar and the mother of two children, and she also found out that she had a husband who hated her very much. 

Not only that but there was also a reincarnated female supporting character, Tang Rou, who coveted her position. 

"Your position is mine, and I will be his rightful wife," Tang Rou uttered. 

Ye Muyu looked at the man in front of her who had a solemn expression on his face. She nodded calmly. "Sure."

The man instantly became defensive. "You're my wife. Don't even think about leaving me behind. Other people will have to get lost."

Her son wrapped his arms around her thigh. "Go away. My mother is a good person. If you bully her, I'll bite you to death."

Her daughter grabbed her arm. "You're a bad person. My mother is the best in the world. If you say anything bad about her, I'll report you to the police."

Tang Rou looked at the Ye family, who all seemed happy and content, and she secretly clenched her jaws. "This shouldn't have happened. Everything's changed!"

Peasant Woman's Decreed Life as a Wife

Ye Muyu felt as if a thorn was in her back, and she stamped her foot lightly, her rosy lips parting slightly as she cooed softly, "I was wrong. Please let go of me first, and I can agree to one of your requests."


"Is that a promise?" Chu Heng looked down at her, unable to hide the joy in his eyes.


Her ears felt even hotter, and she worried what others might think if they saw. She hurriedly nodded her head and even stretched out a little hand to swear, but before she could finish her vow, Chu Heng's hand that was on her waist loosened, a light laugh escaping his lips. A fair, distinctively jointed finger touched her flushed lips with a gentle tap, making her ear tips redden and her lips feel burning hot as she turned to glance at his face, "I, I won't say it anymore."


"Mm, good girl." Chu Heng released her and withdrew his hand, but still remained very close, their clothes intertwining, even making a sound as they walked.


Chapter 1137: Intentional