Master Fu's Beloved Petite Wife Is Calling for Divorce Again - Chapter 67 - Getting Hurt Once Again

In the post-apocalyptic world, Luo Qiao, endowed with a Special Ability, transmigrated into a pitiable girl nobody wanted.By a stroke of luck, she gained a space, truly a cause for celebration.Yet she discovered not only had she crossed over, but she'd also ended up in a book, with the original character's fate being tragically doomed!Haha, with a Special Ability and space at her disposal, Luo Qiao said she needed no one.However, that villager rumored to be an eccentric disabled leader seemed to want to help her at every turn.Luo Qiao's eyes twinkled, hehe, latching onto a powerful thigh for support didn't sound like a bad idea.Watch how the delicate wife is nurtured, see how Luo Qiao enjoys her Xiao Yao life……….

“I was born as a princess in the most powerful lineage in the world… but that lineage is now on the verge of collapse.”In a kingdom where strength is everything, royal blood has long ceased to produce true powerhouses. Sects and clans are just waiting for our family to show weakness so they can tear us apart.But this lineage is not dead yet.He is still here.A being feared even by the strongest cultivators.The only reason this kingdom still stands.And me?If I want to survive in a world where only power matters… I must become a monster feared by all.

Fu Nanli, the flight captain and sole heir to the Fu Consortium, lost his memory in an accident.

He could not remember anything about his family, identity, or status. He only remembered Wen Qiao, who had risked his life to save her before the accident.

“You are?”

Wen Qiao said shamelessly, “I’m your wife.”

Young Master Fu was confused, but he only remembered one person. If she said yes, then so be it.

The cold and noble Prince Charming had been snatched away by a wild girl from nowhere.

All the socialites in Harbor City were enraged.

All the socialites gathered 100 million yuan. They had to tear off the fake mask of a certain vixen, Wen Qiao.

However, all they got, in the end, was the marriage of the century.

The wife he got after losing his memory, when he regained his memory, would still be the person he loved the most in his life. If everything was guided by fate, then he would be grateful for such an encounter, that was what Fu Nanli believed.

yuan to rip off the vixen Wen Qiao’s mask and expose her lies. Yet, there is nothing they can do to stop the ‘wedding of the century’ from taking place.

Just like that, one hundred million yuan is gone in a flash!

Uttering cries of anguish, the socialites simply can’t fathom why this is happening. “Everyone says Young Master Fu is shrewd and adept at scheming. Why did he fall for the deceitful little vixen?!”

With an arrogant gaze, the man muses dotingly, “If I didn’t play along, how was I to abduct the little fox and take her home?”

I became the fiancé of the tyrant male lead, a character who becomes a villainess because she was obsessed with the beautiful tyrant.

Of course, in the end, she was killed by the tyrant.

Still, this all happened before the original story began.

After diligently performing a dozen or so actions that would cause me to be dumped by him, I succeeded in becoming a sound friend of the tyrant, who turned out better than I had thought.

“How was it?” asked the female lead, who he saw for the first time.

“Hmm?”

“I meant your meeting with Miss Diel (female lead), Your Majesty.”

He tilted his head slightly. Hey, don’t pretend you aren’t interested.

It is said that he fell in love at first sight, but I saw it all.

Hehe. I chuckled and poked his arm with my finger.

“You know what? Please let me know if you have someone you like.”

“Why? So you can kill her?”

Heh, do you think I’m like you?

I smiled sincerely and answered him. “Well, I’ll break off our engagement at the right time.”

“Miss.”

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

I somehow became speechless after my gaze met his glaring eyes.

He stared at me and laughed quietly in a slightly husky voice. In a subdued voice, he then said, “Don’t make a joke like that.”

His hand stealthily and gently brushed off the strand of hair on my cheek.