The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter - Chapter 189: Never Happened

Feng Ruqing was a spoiled princess with a hideous countenance in Liu Yun Kingdom. She used to ride roughshod over anyone who stood in her way, backed by her father the emperor who loved her with all his heart.

Not only did she force the chancellor's son to marry her by breaking the existing loving couple up, but her mother-in-law had also passed out from rage because of her. In the end, she took her own life after the heartbreak and humiliation of being dumped.

When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the bratty princess who was a good-for-nothing.

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Rumor has it that spirit beasts have become servants in princess’ manor and the princess is devouring precious spirit herb dishes every day.

Rumor has it that the chancellor’s son who pleaded for reconciliation after divorcing the princess was thrown out of the princess’s manor.

Rumor has it that some good-looking young masters went to the princess’s manor in hope of being her servants were nearly killed by the state preceptor.

Rumor has it that the charming state preceptor was looking for the princess eagerly as he wanted to hold her responsible for sleeping with him.

Possessing supernatural powers, gentle little milk dog attack X mature, capable and cold female reporter subject to 1V1,he
18 vs 28

After Shen Yiqiu woke up from a coma, the first thing he did was to make a noise to see Qin Qianrou, and the others ignored him. In her previous life, her whole family suffered a traffic accident and her parents died.
When she woke up from the rebirth, she understood that the creditor who was staying outside the ward was not a good person, and that her parents and friends who had traveled thousands of miles were actually coveting the inheritance. The only person who could save her from the predicament seemed to be the upright female reporter.
Qin Qianrou is not at all as gentle as her name, and has been a well-known local reporter for several years. She takes the interview questions that others don’t want to take over, she dares to interview the characters that others dare not, and she can do the areas that others can’t touch.
Do your best to restore the truth.
As capable and cold as her, she went to the hospital because of a strange call. The pale child on the hospital bed rushed over as soon as she saw her, screaming hoarsely, “Aunt Qin, save me!”
From then on, Qin Qianrou had a small tail beside her. At first, she would only follow her, occasionally peeking at her shyly. Later, the child became more and more powerful. Not only did he accompany her out for interviews, but he also protected her everywhere, eliminating all dangers.
Until one night, the moon was sultry, Shen Yiqiu threw herself into her arms again, and said sincerely, “Aunt Qin, I love you.”

Content label: Under the New Year Urban Love Ability Rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Yiqiu, Qin Qianrou ┃ Supporting role: The next cannon fodder stand-in has been opened ┃ Others: Ability
One sentence introduction: I will repay you with my life
Concept: In people-to-people interactions, only by paying sincerely and without reservation can we gain precious feelings.

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