Because I Cannot Hurt You - Chapter 142 - Brainwashing

“Foodie + rebirth + whole group’s darling + real or fake rich lady + brainless villain”

The pure and silly little foodie Ye Jinmeng discovered that her new roommate was very unfriendly towards her. Having watched many Mary Sue dramas, Ye Jinmeng thought: could this be a villainess? But as long as she doesn’t steal my food, I don’t care how she acts.

Until later, Ye Jinmeng finally realized that she herself was the villainess…

Xu Wanwan discovered that the enemy who had destroyed her entire family in her previous life was actually living in the same dorm room as her. Having been reborn, her anger meter was instantly maxed out.

But who could tell her, how could this piglet be so knowledgeable about food?

Shi Shuning: In my wife’s eyes there is only food, not me. I feel wronged.

He Junting: ? You feel wronged compared to me? As long as your wife is around, my wife can’t even see me…

Li Qiao, a soft and glutinous girl, dresses up as the little daughter-in-law of a poor family.

Rural household registration, two dilapidated houses.

What she didn’t know was that her husband, who was not stingy at home, would become a business tycoon in the future, possessing supreme status and untold wealth.

What’s more, she didn’t know that the reborn step-sister was determined to take her place as the rich wife.

The step-sister is often persuaded to leave: brother-in-law drinks and fights, and is not good enough for you.

Li Qiao is irritable every day: He said he deserves me to death.

The step-sister added: He is too poor, you and your children suffer hardships with him.

Li Qiao blushed: He said that it is difficult to divide a child unless there is another one.

stepsister: …

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”