Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi - Chapter 1736 - 1694: Do You Think There Is No One Left in My Realm?

“I am not a god; I'm just a worker who leaves on time.”“I will help you as much as I can during work hours, but after I clock out… you’re on your own.”Workplace + Agriculture + Science Popularization + Deity + a little romance. Probably~ haha

Follow the story of Tianlian Liu Shu, a tree who didn't know anything at first and struggles to survive and extend her roots through the cosmos.The World she lives in is filled with fantastic sights and strange new cultures, and there is something everybody in this World has: A system.Moreover, even while she is a tree, she has people who will fawn over her...?“Tiantian, does the Sun feel good on your leaves today?”“Liu Liu, I've found this delicious compost made of natural extract~.”“Tian'er, does the wind feel good on your branches?”Tianlian Liu Shu, a female tree, didn't really know what to do with these fawning women.

There was breaking news in Beijing. “Master Qiao’s wife for twelve years ran away! Without taking her son with her!”

Rumors spread like wildfire. Some said that Master Qiao was two-faced with a cold attitude which led to an unhappy marriage. Others said his wife got together with another man. And a few said, their son was too ugly.

One day, the little boy found Ye Jiaqi and cried,” Qiqi, daddy says I was bought from a pet shop.”

“How can you buy such a gorgeous son from the pet shop,” Ye Jiaqi replied, “You were obviously won… From a lottery.”

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Twenty years ago, he had spoiled her to the heavens. Twenty years later, he spoiled both of them to the heavens and back.

And from then on, Master Qiao had only one person in his heart.

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After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.