Er Fengchong

The Divine Doctor Wei Ruo, having transmigrated into the side character of a novel, was abandoned in the countryside without a word from anyone for ten years, and was only brought back when she turned thirteen.
Everyone saw that she spent her days only knowing how to plant flowers, herbs and crops, so they undoubtedly thought she was just a peasant woman.
As the genuine daughter among the true and false daughters of the story, Wei Ruo neither wanted to fall in love with the male protagonist, nor compete for favour with the female protagonist. She was singularly focused on making money, making money, making money!
While the false daughter was still worried about Wei Ruo's return affecting her status, Wei Ruo had already silently amassed a small fortune.
While the false daughter was still trying to attract the attention of the male protagonist, Wei Ruo was already a wealthy businesswoman.
She had both the money and grain that she wanted, and opened one shop after another.
Later on, her brother became the Prime Minister, her father became the General, and the one sitting on the throne was her husband.

The Lucky Heiress

Madam Yun knelt on the ground, tearfully pleading.


Since their marriage, this was the first time that Madam Yun had begged Wei Mingting like this.


While he was considering, the rattan rod in Nanny Zhang's hand didn't stop.


Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty...


When the strikes reached twenty, Wei Mingting finally spoke: "As you wish, give her a chance to change."


Hearing this, Madam Yun rushed to stop it: "Stop, stop! Don't hit her anymore!"


At this point, Wei Qingwan had taken exactly twenty lashes. Her back was bloody, and from the torn cloth, one could clearly see the streaks of blood on her originally fair skin.


Madam Yun rushed over and hugged Wei Qingwan, her Wanwan, who had never been injured so seriously since childhood.


Watching this scene, Wei Yichen rose emotionlessly: "Father, Mother, I will leave first to take a rest."


Chapter 333: If the Taoist Friend Dies, the Poor Taoist Does Not Die_1