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

Zhuang Luhe had been sick for five days. After high fever came low fever; she seemed in a daze all day. By the time she recovered, she was as thin as a bamboo pole, her clothes hanging loose on her frame. Her skin clung to her bones, her ribs were clearly visible.


Most of the time, Qiao Xiaomai stayed in the Qiao Family home, and didn't step foot in the Tong Family's new house at all.


After all, even if there was work to be done in the fields, Tong Tiehu would finish her share, so she wasn't concerned about the affairs of the Tong Family.


Tong Tiehu only appeared at the Qiao house during meal times. Qiao Xiaomai urged him to make good use of his time studying, insisting that he had to memorize his lessons thoroughly.


To change her current social status, she could only rely on Tong Tiehu.


Chapter 637: Doesn't Your Conscience Hurt?