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

During Zhu Hongyun's moment of hesitation, the sisters Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi had already entered Zhu Hongyun's room.


When Tong Er Lang married Zhu Hongyun, it was the zenith of the Tong Family's prosperity. Although Zhu Hongyun's dowry was meager, the betrothal gifts from the Tongs were considerable, including a set of silver head ornaments and a gold hairpin weighing three taels.


Zhu Hongyun kept these items locked away, never daring to wear them on normal days.


Beyond these items, her belongings were plain: a simple dressing table, a bed, a trunk, a table---no different from those in any other farmer's home.


Qiao Zhaodi and Qiao Yindi casually looked around, turning over pillows and coverlets, shuffling through the dressing table and under the bed. The only thing left was the trunk by the bed.


The two of them lifted the trunk out. It was locked and they couldn't open it.


Chapter 697: Holding the Axe