Qiao Qiqi

Mum ran away, dad's crippled, and I'm about to be sold to a brothel.
Qiao Xiaomai rolled up her sleeves in anger: If you've taken from me, regurgitate it.
If you've seized what's mine, return it.
All scumbags, clear off.
A certain man finished tidying up the mess, rolled up his sleeves and pulled Qiao Xiaomai into a light laugh: "My lady, if you're this fiery and domineering at night, your husband..."
Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, patted the spot next to her: "My dear, come warm the bed~"

Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

After the students had eaten, the coachmen cleaned up the dishes and tables without letting Qiao Xiaomai lift a finger.


Pointing at the vegetable garden of Qiao Xiaomai's house, Fan Jia asked, "Those are the chilli peppers?"


The peppers were already red, ready to be harvested within the next few days.


When the time comes, she would keep the seeds and send the chilli skins to Yang Ye.


"Excellent," Fan Jia, unable to forget the addictively spicy cucumber in chilli oil, clicked his tongue. "When can I have some?"


"Hmm... three to four years perhaps?" The seeds were too few; by planting year after year and given Yang Ye's status as a prince, Qiao Xiaomai couldn't say when Fan Jia could taste the fruits of her labor.


Upon hearing this, Fan Jia's face filled with regret.


Recalling that taste, the wait seemed endless!


Chapter 477: Not Good at Anything, but Never Leaves Leftovers