FlameWitch

When sassy, street-smart Amber from Chicago's roughest neighborhood finds herself transmigrated into Song Yanyan's curvy form, she's in for a rude awakening. Trapped in the gilded cage of Wuhan's snobby elite society, Amber must quickly adapt her gangster wit and tough spirit to this new, foreign world.

However, Amber is no wilting flower. With her brave hood mentality and sharp tongue, she turns Master Wu's mission upside down. As she unravels the dark secrets behind her new identity, Amber goes toe-to-toe with the arrogant young master, their flames of rivalry soon sparking an unexpected passion.

In this world of decadence and deceit, Amber must fight to replace Song Yanyan's meek persona with her bold, unapologetic flair. From intense clashes to wild romantic entanglements, she'll deliver scorching face-slaps to any who dare underestimate the transmigrated hood princess.

Brimming with drama, action, laughter, and jaw-dropping revelations, one thing is certain - Master Wu's wife is no shrinking violet. Can this fish-out-of-water hood princess rise as the elite world's feistiest new queen?

Transmigrated Hood Princess: Master Wu's Wife is not Weak

The cavernous halls of the sprawling Huang family villa resonated with a constant din of frenzied activity as staff members rushed about under Huang Jiang's relentless barking.

"No, no, you idiots! Those floral arrangements are all wrong!" the elderly patriarch hollered at a cluster of hapless decorators in the east wing's ballroom entrance. "Rip it all out and start over - I want peonies and orchids only! Didn't I make myself clear?"

The poor workers could only nod frantically and scatter to obey as Huang Jiang let out a noise of pure aggravation. Nearby, his sassy granddaughter Huang Yanyan watched the spectacle with an amused smirk.

"Jeez, Gramps, you're going to give yourself a coronary before the night is through if you keep carrying on like a drill sergeant," she lightly teased, drifting over to link her arm through his. "Everything is going to be perfect, courtesy of your small army of terrified staff."

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