Zhouzhou was born with a lack of fortune, and after eating the Taoist temple into bankruptcy, she was finally driven down the mountain to beg for food. But inadvertently, she found a long-term source of sustenance.

After adopting little Zhou Zhou, Madam Qin immediately sent a message to her youngest son, "Look, you have a daughter!"

Qin Lie, who was supposed to be delighted at becoming a father, remained expressionless and said, "Send her away."

The young tyrants of the Qin family, who were supposed to be happy about having a little sister, looked disdainful and said, "We don't want her. She only knows how to cry, not fun at all."

Even the Qin family's arch-enemies were eagerly waiting to see Zhouzhou bankrupt the Qin family.

However, Qin Lie signed contracts every day until his hands were sore, and the Qin family thrived, securing their position as the wealthiest family. Even the crippled seventh brother of the Qin family became able to run and jump.

At a banquet, the young tyrants of the Qin family surrounded Zhouzhou, trying to please her.

"Sister, we'll give you all the delicious food!"

"Sister, what kind of story do you want to hear today? Brother will tell you!"

Qin Lie walked straight over, picked up the little girl, and glanced coldly at his nephews, declaring ownership, "She's my daughter!"

After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me

Inside Ye Lingfeng's newly purchased house, Chen Tuo carried a large bag of medicine and walked up a few steps to a bedroom. On the bed lay a person covered in blood, with a deathly pale complexion and weak breath.


"Wan Leng, hold on," he said, furrowing his brows. If it weren't for Wan Leng's special identity, prohibiting him from going to the hospital, there would be no way Chen Tuo would leave him here.


The wounds on his body were peculiar, not resembling cuts from a sharp blade or animal claws. He couldn't describe them accurately; it seemed as if something had corroded him, yet there were no traces of sulfuric acid or similar substances. It was very strange.


In addition, the blood flowing out was dark and cool to the touch, rather than the normal warmth. It was eerie. He tightly pressed his hand against the wound, and in a short time, his hand was stained red with blood.


Oh, Making Counterfeit Medicine Again