MTL - I Rely on Wilderness Survival Live Broadcast to Become Popular Across the Stars - Chapter 35 Thirty-fifth day of hoarding money to raise cubs

You never know the value of something until you lose it?For Brooke that couldn't have been more farther from the truth!After being cheated by her husband and younger sister, Brooke's miserable life of abuse takes a complete turn for the better when she finally signs the divorce papers!But things are only just getting better!What's this?She's been made joint heir to a multi-billion dollar company?!She's bought her stepfather's puny agency?!She's now the richest woman in the country?!And as an added bonus, her contract marriage husband is handsome and dotes on her every second of the day!Hold your horses, buckle your seats and witness one of the greatest, husband spoiling wife stories you'll ever see!With satisfying face slaps lurking at every corner!

This is a story about Gong Lixin who was the young master of an ancient underground palace in the ancient times. He was raised by his master and forced to partake sexual relationships with numerous people to cultivate his Yin Body. His master who has a Yang Body was going to absorb him after he has reach a level to become stronger. MC refused and killed his master also dying at the same time. Then he transmigrated to the modern time and thinking he will enjoy peaceful life, the end of the world arrived.

Being someone with no special powers except for his martial arts, see how he use his martial arts to dominate the times and find his lovers.

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The year 1847

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”