MTL - Jun Jiuling - Chapter 722 Two sheep

[1v1 Shuangjie + Chuanshu + Guwu + Vest Group Pet + Metaphysics + Full text overhead]

Gu Zhiqi transmigrated into a vicious female supporting role

The heroine is the real daughter with vests all over the place, she is the fake daughter who occupies the magpie’s nest, keeps framing the heroine, and finally receives the box lunch miserably

Gu Zhiqi: Wearing books can’t stop me from retirement!

Of course, you can’t wear books, but you can be poor

Master Zhi was forced to open for business!

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#burst! Gu Zhiqi, the fake daughter of the Gu family, was kicked out of the house and acted as a magic stick under the overpass to cheat money#

The style of the protagonist group is starting to go wrong

Brother Gu: Lack of money? This neighborhood sends you

Second brother Gu: Second brother will give you an entertainment company

Third Sister Gu: I just made 100 million yuan, keep it

Fourth Brother Gu: Master’s Champions Cup prize money, take it

The heroine of the money fan: Lack of money? Pick whatever color card you like

Brother: come back to inherit the family property

Gu Zhiqi “…” Huh? What about the villainous supporting actress script?

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#burst! The Gu family are all leaders in the industry, and the fake daughter is nothing but a face#

Then, bigwigs from all walks of life called

Boss No. 1: Is the ancestral site of our alliance better than the Fengshui under the flyover? Master Gu, think again?

Big Brother No. 2: Lack of money? Think about your last order

Boss No. 3: Have time to tell fortunes, but no time to write papers?

Boss No. 4: Miss Gu, I have an operation here, look…

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Gu Zhiqi: I have read it, I am in retirement, please do not disturb

A movie star: You just used my account

Gu Zhiqi who cheated enough money to prepare for retirement “…”? !

- Description from novelbuddy

From ancient times to the present, it is rumored that there is a spiritual realm in the world.

Regarding the theory of the spiritual realm, celebrities and scholars in the past dynasties have different opinions. The poem records:

“From Qi to Tang, Zishan?

“The spiritual realm is indescribable, and it is difficult to ask for forgiveness for ghost workers.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Ye Qinghan, young master of the powerful Ye Family, gets ostracized when his peerless father meets an unfortunate end. Lacking strength and in a bid to live a Purposeful life, he suffers through the unending ridicule, bullying and torture dealt to him at each turn. However fate is a cruel mistress and offers only pain and misery with no end in sight. Broken, weak and distraught, Ye Qinghan embarks on a journey to usurp the hands of fate and attain strength to protect his own.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”