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

"Don't delay any longer, lest Mother gets angry," Huo Zixing said as he strode away with Aunt Qiao.


The Elder Princess's nanny consoled her, "Your Highness, the Commandery Prince still respects you."


The Elder Princess snorted coldly, "Respects?"


"It's just that I deliberately played the emotional card with him, just like his father, who can't see things clearly."


The servants dared not agree with this statement; when it came to the emperor's son-in-law, he indeed treated everyone gently, so much so that he was taken advantage of and ultimately even paid with his life. 


The Elder Princess had already instructed Nanny Song, knowing that Huo Zixing liked things that were clean and refined, she sent him to the manor outside the capital. There, without anyone to serve him, he even had to cook for himself.


Huo Zixing wasn't the type to endure hardship; he wouldn't do those dirty chores, only Aunt Qiao could do them.


Chapter 1170: Angry