This Game Is Too Realistic - Chapter 70.1: Cleaning up the Battlefield

[Factory-Courtyard Life • Face-Slapping Matches • Hidden-Advantage Revenge • Rising Star at Work]Tian Xiang’s fiancé is stolen by her cousin—no big deal, plenty of fish in the sea.Then glowing words appear above the cousin’s head: “Reborn Heroine.”Tian Xiang blinks—she’s inside a 1970s harem-novel world where every character wears a flickering label:Big Villain • Tragic Second Male • White Lotus • Evil Mother-in-Law • Villain #1, #2, #3… and above her own head?“Silly-Sweet Cannon-Fodder.”Well, not anymore.Using her real-life job as a factory-union clerk, Tian Xiang rewrite her life script.She warns the other “harem extras,” sabotages the original male lead, and—oops—earns herself the new tag: “Ultimate Villainess.”The novel insists villains end in ruin.Tian Xiang’s reply: “If I’m going down, we’re all going down.”Meng Cheng’an—once a literal background prop, now upgrading in real time:Background NPC → Major Villain → Obsessed Lover → Yandere Husband → Shamelessly Devoted Spouse.The more chaos Tian Xiang stirs, the faster his labels evolve—until the final tag reads:“Her Partner-in-Crime—For Life.”

Mo Dai thought that her blind eyes would never function again in this life,
But God seemed to give her a chance to see the light again, and arranged for her to wear it on the night of her 28th birthday——
She should thank God, really—
——thanks to him for letting her find herself hanging on a tree branch in the middle of the cliff as soon as she opened her eyes,
In the next second, the body fell freely, landed sideways, and smashed straight into the rock;
——Thanks to him for allowing her to transmigrate into the world of a female breadwinner,
To become the “wife head” of a peasant family who is so poor that they can’t get any poorer;
——thanks to him for letting her, an older young woman with little love experience in her previous life, already have a husband,
Thrilling realism of three children (one is three years old, one is two years old, and one is still in the womb);
——thanks to him for letting her know how delicate her popularity is, the relatives are not close, the neighbors are not harmonious,
Husbands, one seems to be a good match, one is timid and cowardly, and the other looks down on her at all.
There is always a goal in life, and the surprise of rebirth is soon broken by the embarrassing reality——
What does she live for? How is she going to live? the
When a timid, soft, waxy kitten-like child’s voice came into her ears——
“Mother.” She looked at the two skinny and obviously sick little carrot heads standing in front of her,
The apex of her heart trembled, although the core in this body was changed,
But the blood relationship is indelible, she has to admit that she has resigned to her fate at this moment——
Ignore her husband’s outrageousness first, and she will work hard to live well for the sake of the children.
She wants to support this poor family for the children. She doesn’t want to be rich, but at least she has to feed the children well. the
Using the little experience and wisdom of the previous life, and occasionally using the cheating abilities,
Be persevering and low-key, act neither humble nor overbearing, earnestly earn money to support your family.
Looking at the children’s gradually rounded bodies and the family’s increasingly stretched eyebrows, she felt a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of her heart. the
She hoped that life would go on so smoothly, but the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is bloody.
She ignored the “little romance” that God has always favored,
The emotional problems that she had tried to get rid of from the moment after time-traveling were gradually revealed.

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“Where the f*ck am I?”

One day, he suddenly fell into a world of barbarism and superstition.

“F*ck, I ain’t a savage!”

Fu Qian gracefully removed his skull, as if a gentleman were taking off his hat to pay respects.…Everything began with a transcended-dimension invitation.It’s a story of a high-quality Thug turning the impossible into the possible.Of course, on that day, the great being behind the invitation was still unaware of what it had done.