The Divorced Wife of the Richest Man is Reborn - Chapter 72: Pulling the Underpants

Read the first chapter. You will probably like it. ;)

This year, Ji Jingqiu is 16 years old.To survive, he envisions the Fire House Buddha Prison, plants a bodhi treasure tree, and embarks on the path of martial arts.Many years later,A brilliant light arises, illuminating endless darkness.A towering ancient tree, with emerald green leaves and a canopy like a pavilion, rises with glass-like clarity into the sky, supporting a divine realm of pure land, spanning countless ages, illuminating the three realms and ten directions.On this day,All martial artists under heaven look up to it, like mayflies seeing the blue sky.......“Within there is a bodhi tree, which I planted when I set foot in martial arts, and now it has grown to provide a canopy.”“I see everything in the world, and nothing is like me.”“That year, I scoured history books, this history without era, I looked horizontally and vertically, and saw those characters – ‘The world’s storms come from us.’”...— Excerpt from the autobiography of Ji Jingqiu, the proud sun of the martial arts world of today.

On the engagement night, after being betrayed by her fiancé, Ye Shu decisively turns around to marry Shen Shaochen, the number one abstinent male god of Jin City, in a flash marriage.After marriage, she thought that just by quietly giving birth to an heir to the wealthy family, all would be well.Little did she know that serving the great demon king would be so frustrating.Quit smoking, quit drinking, quit gaming!Ye Shu silently grits her teeth and endures, and on the day the baby is born, she brings the divorce agreement, “Mr. Shen, the task of bearing a child is completed, please sign the divorce.”Shen Shaochen: “Mrs. Shen, the agreement didn't say that only one child would be enough...”Ye Shu begs for mercy, “Husband, I was wrong! I won't divorce anymore.”(1V1, both male and female leads are clean and committed.)

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.