Yilan

Feng Xuxu, a 21st-century professor of agriculture and biology, was in secret the mastermind behind a five-star hotel. Running back and forth between the university and the hotel, it's no wonder she worked herself sick. One moment she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found herself in the body of a poor village girl who had just lost her mother and then her father.
Fortunately, time-travel came with a perk, the almighty space ability. After toying with some seeds, she grew thousands of acres of high-yield grains and spent her leisure time cultivating flowers. Before she knew it, she had created a landscape of thousands of acres of flowers. Munching on fruit, she ended up with thousands of acres of orchards. When she craved some greens in the wintertime, she turned around to discover greenhouses covering thousands of acres. Feng Xuxu counted on her fingers: Spring Garden, Summer Garden, Autumn Garden, Winter Garden—not one more, not one less, four in total. She nodded in satisfaction and said, “This is all one needs in life.” Meanwhile, a certain devilishly charming man approached her with a sly smile, “Little Xuxu, how do you plan to deal with me?”
Feng Xuxu was in disarray amidst the wind, realizing she had forgotten about one demon yet to be tamed.
In this story, both male and female leads are strong, with the male lead being physically and mentally pure and devoted.

Unlimited estates for rural beauty

"I'm hungry, so I'll just make do with those fruits," she continued drumming her crossed legs, shamelessly unabashed.


"They're gone, all eaten." Feng Xuxu pouted, not even bothering to look at the demon sitting opposite her.


"What do you think would happen if someone saw me leaving your room first thing tomorrow morning?" Xiao Chen propped his chin with one hand, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk as he eyed Feng Xuxu.


Grinding her teeth, Feng Xuxu glared with her phoenix eyes and fiercely spat out, "You really are—" She got up, marched to the door, and yanked it open with such force that the two leaves kept swinging back and forth in the frame, almost as if they would fall off if any more force were applied.


Chapter 52: Five Thousand Taels of Spiritual Compensation Fee