MTL - The Rebirth of the Ghosts Return - v3 Chapter 2330 Singer

The female protagonist transmigrated into a wretched, lazy, and gluttonous villainess in a farming family!Her notorious reputation, fostered by her overly pampering mother, alienated the entire family. See how Jinhua cleanses her name, becoming diligent, brave, and the applauded golden girl everyone praises.With a wretched mother, a sick father, a stepsister, four brothers, and a bunch of nephews, all dead broke and needing support, poor and infighting, what to do?No worries, with the System in hand, I have the world!Harmonize the family, build wealth and prosper.The belle of the villages for miles around, Jinhua the beauty!……Mountain man, what was it you said before? You'd rather die than marry her, and even one more glance would shorten your life?A certain mountain man: No, no, no, wife, you must have heard wrong! I said I'd rather die than not take another glance, and I'd shorten my lifespan just to marry you.Hmph, that's more like it!!

Jiang Xinyu transmigrates into the 1950s without parents. In a time of famine with nothing to eat?But she just wants to live the life of a happy-go-lucky slacker...So she has to roll up her sleeves and fight!Carrying space, full of blessings!Heaven's favor, what you think is what you get.While others starve, she gains weight, determined to live out the luck she didn't have in her previous life.

In 2180, the last survivor of the human race returns to Earth.

In 2025, a 3rd generation Chaebol regains consciousness after being rendered a vegetable in a car accident.

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