MTL - Rebirth: Japanese investor - Chapter 25 angel investment

I was a failed experiment

Ni Yang, una empresaria moderna, renace en su decimoséptimo año.Estamos en el año 1983.En una era que favorece a los varones sobre las mujeres, Ni Yang revisa su trágico destino de su vida anterior, se enfrenta en el centro comercial y supera los obstáculos más desafiantes, logrando éxito paso a paso - un progreso radiante.Observa cómo Ni Yang, con sus pequeñas pero capaces manos, revierte su destino de ser una chica rural ordinaria a convertirse en la mujer más rica de su tiempo.Sin embargo, en el proceso de construir su riqueza, Ni Yang atrae inadvertidamente la atención de un magnate misterioso.Así, el magnate reservado y misterioso a ojos de los demás se transforma en un esposo devoto, convirtiéndose en un auténtico 'esclavo de su esposa'.A partir de entonces, 'la esposa es el Cielo', 'servir a la esposa es el deber'.Esta historia también es conocida como “Los Años en que la Protagonista Conquistó”.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Sun Hao traveled to a world of cultivating immortals. Unable to cultivate, he practices the guqin, chess, calligraphy, poetry, wine, and flower tea are all in the supreme realm. He didn’t know: The pet on his farm was the Nine Heavens God Luan. The lotus in the pond is a peerless demon. The guard outside the door is the ruler of Thunder Tribulation. Later, he discovered: The swordsman who picked up his broken hatchet became the peerless generation of swordsman; the scholar who often listened to him to chant became the ancestor of Buddhism; the girl who came to learn to play the guqin with him became the supreme demon clan. … Sun Hao sat on the throne of Heavenly Emperor, with a shocked expression on his face: Am I a Dao Ancestor? I take the heaven and the earth as the disc and all beings as my sons, and create a shocking situation? I do not know how?