穿书七零：娇妻有点辣
A blogueira de culinária Lin Xiang, inesperadamente, atravessou para dentro de um romance masculino de época, tornando-se a vilã odiada por todos. Um pai que morreu cedo, uma mãe parcial, um irmão destruído e ela, uma garota mimada e sem limites. Ela precisava aumentar o nível de afinidade com o protagonista masculino do livro — que também era seu irmão — para poder voltar para casa, mas a destruição do irmão foi causada por ela mesma... O irmão que foi adotado, ela tratava como um animal de carga, e ainda o caluniava de tempos em tempos. O nível de afinidade era completamente negativo! Lin Xiang só podia se preocupar com ele e seduzi-lo diariamente com comidas deliciosas. E como blogueira de culinária, ela voltou a brilhar nessa área, e graças a um bife grelhado, conseguiu emprego direto no restaurante estatal. Tudo estava caminhando para melhor, e a afinidade do irmão gradualmente aumentava. Ela estava preparada para unir o protagonista masculino e a feminina e seguir a trama, quando descobriu, por acaso, que o sentimento do irmão por ela havia se transformado de familiar para algo mais!!!
穿书七零：娇妻有点辣
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“You can’t even handle the simplest things! What’s the point of raising you?”
The whip lashed again and again across the sturdy back.
“I…I understand, Mother…”
A man’s subdued voice sounded by her ear.
Who?
Who’s speaking?
Lin Xiang couldn’t help but force her heavy eyelids open.
What she saw was a dim yellow brick house, an earthy floral quilt, and an old window with a green frame.
No!
How had her two-hundred-square-meter mansion turned into one of those dilapidated old homes from TV dramas set decades ago?
Her mind hadn’t caught up when a burly woman at her side, seeing her awake, fussed with concern, “Niuniu, you’re finally awake, you scared your mother half to death! It’s all your heartless brother’s fault, always helping outsiders and never his own sister!”
Who?
Who’s talking?
Lin Xiang sat bolt upright in bed, her gaze falling on the man kneeling on the floor.
He looked to be in his twenties, bare-chested, strong and solid, but his shoulders and arms were crisscrossed with angry welts.
When he looked up at her, his eyes held nothing but undisguised disdain.
Lin Xiang was stunned.
Who on earth was this man? Had she offended him somehow? Why was he glaring at her?
She was about to ask when the burly woman at her side mocked the man coldly, “So now you know to admit your fault? You’ve ruined your sister’s good prospects, do you realize that? If you have any conscience left, you’ll find a way to bring Comrade Wen here and get things settled for your sister!”
Li
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