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

Feng Xuxu stepped back from his embrace, her eyes on the people lying on the ground, no longer merely a spectator as before. The words she had just overheard pleased her, and given that today was her brother's grand wedding day, she would have otherwise ensured those eavesdroppers paid a hefty price for their curiosity, teaching them that watching the show came with its costs.


"My husband," she cooed as she leaned against Dugu Chen, her red lips parting slightly, "let's just forgive them, shall we? It's a day of great joy, and I really don't want to dampen the mood."


Looking down upon them with an elevated stance, a voice cold and piercing said, "If it weren't for the Empress pleading on your behalf, hmm, your eyes would be dog food by now."


"Thank you, Empress, for pleading for us, and thank you, Your Majesty, for sparing us the fate of losing our eyes."


Chapter 536 Another Bird Flies In At Night (1)