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Rejected as a useless cat,I built a farm and raised five beast husband

Alex_Mcqueen
Tessa Yun transmigrated into the body of a despised female cat—one who had been discarded and abandoned to die. She was partially blind, barren, mute, and ugly. Worse still, she had been cast aside by her family and the entire beast society. A useless cat, rejected by her spouses and left to die in the worst way imaginable. But the cat everyone thought would perish returned with a powerful Farming and Husband-Taming System. She built a farm, opened a traditional business, and started trading in a famine-stricken beast world. Even the men who had once rejected her came running back, refusing to leave her side. “Tessa Yun, I love you,” the lion declared. “Tessa… we’re sorry,” the male cat confessed, but she no longer cared. She would never return to what had once broken her. Now, with her husband-raising and farming system, she tamed and raised her five overgrown husbands, turning her once useless life into pure bliss. The arrogant wolf started bringing her firewood. The violent tiger refused to leave her doorstep. The aloof eagle kept dropping fish onto her roof. The dangerous snake stole her blanket at night. And the gentle merman built her an entire kitchen with his own hands. Now, the tribe that once cast her away kneels and begs for her help, finally realizing that she is the most useful and precious beast female in the entire world.
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