FlameWitch

She was the government's deadliest secret weapon - a spy who lived by her wits and lethal skills. But when her little brother was kidnapped, even Bai Yunshu's training couldn't stop the shocking betrayal that cost her everything...including her life.

Reborn into the body of bullied debutante Feng Ruoxi, Yunshu finds herself greeted by a cruel father, a venomous stepmother, and the last thing she ever expected - an elite fiancé from one of the nation's most powerful families!  

Jiang Yukang, her so-called husband-to-be, is as arrogant as he is gorgeous. But little does this prime catch realize his delicate doe-eyed bride is actually a fiery former spy with lethal skills and a whole new lease on life.

What begins as a risky masquerade will soon become an unstoppable whirlwind of sizzling seduction, unraveling mysteries, and dark secrets best left untouched. Can Yunshu claim her rightful status as Master Jiang's hot spy wife while surviving the treacherous world of Kyoto's privileged elite?

With her pulse-pounding survival skills and Jiang Yukang's mesmerizing talents in the bedchambers, this transmigrated soul is taking names and leaving a scorching trail of desire in her wake! No enemy can stop this reincarnated vixen from becoming the supreme don't-mess-with-me empress!

Transmigration: Master Jiang's Hot Spy Wife

The silence of the night enveloped the opulent offices of Jiang Group like a velvet shroud, the dimly lit corridors casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the polished marble floors. In the heart of this fortress of power and wealth, Jiang Yukang sat ensconced in his lavishly appointed office, brow furrowed in concentration as he pored over the latest financial reports.

A sharp rap at the door shattered the tranquil stillness, causing Jiang Yukang to glance up with a frown. Before he could even issue a response, the heavy oak portal swung open with a resounding thud, admitting a figure whose very presence seemed to crackle with barely restrained arrogance.

"Well, well," the intruder drawled, his lips curving into a sinister smirk as he sauntered into the room, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his impeccably tailored suit. "If it isn't the great Jiang Yukang himself, burning the midnight oil as always."

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