A Divine Farmer - Chapter 8

It has been a year since Li Fuchen lost his “talent”. Now he lives the life of a wastrel, being bullied and beaten by those who were once inferior to him. However, he has still not lost everything as he is engaged to a strong and pretty girl of a powerful family… but that came to an end as the engagement was abruptly anulled. With shame brought to the family and his life engulfed by darkness, a ray of hope pierced through the sky.

[Deputy CP Fanwai’s column “Sisters of the Duan Family”, please collect it! 】
On the first day that woman joined the family behind her ex-husband, she blocked Huo Junxian in the stairwell and whispered in her ear, “Am I much better than him?”
When her pet died, he sincerely comforted her, “Don’t be sad, I can accompany you for a lifetime.”
Huo Junxian knew that she was lying and that she was a scumbag, but she was still fascinated by her sweet words.
But what the woman didn’t know was.
She shouldn’t provoke Huo Junxian, a lunatic, let alone love her forever…
In the years to come, I can’t run away, and I can’t escape…

ps:
1: Double madness, two people with character flaws!
2: The heroine will leave the first chapter! Scumbag!
3: Female 1 Female 2 has no close relationship with the scumbag ≈≈

[Thanks to Mrs. Bishui for helping to draw the picture, it’s super nice! 】

Content tags: strong urban love encounter slap in the face

Search keywords: Protagonist: Gu Siyu Huo Junxian ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

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She killed his wife, destroyed his reputation, and ran off with his son. 8 years later, she returned home with her genius son, who already had a fiancée. “Give me the child, or you can’t afford the price.”“A girl who eats meat and vegetables doesn’t suffer, if you want a child, find yourself a woman to give you one.”

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