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

"Hehehe, that's right, and thanks for teaching me how to kill people. As long as they're killed, any method will do," Feng Xuxu said, step by step approaching the woman on the ground, her eyes filled with hatred.


"Hmph, I see you do know the Enchanting King," the woman on the ground struggled to rise but her legs seemed numb, and her internal organs felt a burning pain as if on fire.


"So what if I do, so what if I don't? You are a dead woman either way, and yet you ask too many questions." As she walked to her side, looking down at the woman on the ground, Feng Xuxu didn't need to lift her veil to know who it was.


"What's so great about the Enchanting King? Arrogant, cold-hearted, a killer." Crawling backward, she finally leaned against the wall behind her. Breathing heavily, she spoke of the Enchanting King with utter disdain.


Chapter 126: Interrogating the Hot Pot (2)