Eighties Sweetheart Wife - Chapter 437: Not Going to Fight

This novel is about low ranking staff Shan Shan being oppressed by the Big Boss. She keeps fighting but keeps losing. So she finally stopped struggling and obediently surrendered…

Shan Shan, extremely docile, waited outside the delivery room at the temporary blood bank. At the same time, the big boss sent her away to do a blood test to ensure she was of good health and suitable blood type.

Sure enough, the pregnant woman was in a critical condition. Thus, Shan Shan obediently let 300 cc of her blood being pumped. The condition of the pregnant woman improved. Shan Shan received many thanks, left the hospital and lamented this while looking at the moon:

“Capitalists really are blood-suckers, heartless, heartless.”

Shan Shan, who is deep in thought, did not notice a black limousine has stopped behind her. The man at the back seat heard her sigh, moved his mouth and then closed the recently opened window.

“Drive home.”

“Boss, didn’t you just say you want to send Miss Xue back?”

“No need,” the man said without expression, “capitalists are heartless.”

Xia Zhinian has transmigrated into the book, and the original owner is a disgusting cannon fodder villain, determined to and the protagonist were robbed by Yan Ci, and finally had an accidental car accident, and Liang Liang went offline.
Others want to change their destiny by transmigrating into a book, but his young master Xia is different, he just wants to transmigrate back through the plot.
Xia Zhinian tried to mention the protagonist Gong to anger Yan Ci, so that he could be beaten according to the original text, but Yan Ci only held his wrist and tied a gold chain with a long tail on it, his eyes were cold, “There is nothing wrong with what you say.” It’s the one named Chu, and you like him so much?”
Turning the subject around, I asked him: “What color bracelet do you like every year, gold, silver, or black?”
Xia Zhinian: “??”
…Is there something wrong with you?
Later he discovered that Yan Ci was obsessed with cleanliness, but he had severe skin hunger and thirst. Every time he had an attack, he was in pain, but he never went to the protagonist Gong for help. Instead, he hugged him and rubbed him.
And diverted all the attention that should have been on the protagonist Gong to him? !
This shouldn’t be, the plot doesn’t go like this!
Xia Zhinian was worried, he wanted to go back to the original world, and waited until the end to finish the lunch box.
So he planned a car accident for himself.
Gao Xingxin closed his eyes, opened them again, and met a cold and gloomy face.
In the room with the doors and windows closed, Xia Zhinian lay on the bed trying to struggle, but found that his whole body was sore and his hands and feet were numb. Footsteps sounded, and someone stepped to the bed step by step, casting a large shadow.
Yan Ci was condescending, stroking the black bracelet on the young man’s wrist, his tone was soft but terrifying.
“Having a car accident on purpose every year, do you want to escape from me?”
Xia Zhinian: “?!!!”
Xia Zhinian tried his best to show a cute smile, “Brother, I was wrong, I have something to say, let go first, uh–!!”
His mouth was blocked, his hair stood up slightly, his fingertips slid on his neck, and the voice in his ears was cold and gentle.
“Hey, I don’t accept verbal apologies.”
Seemingly well-behaved Pipishou × seemingly gentle, paranoid, possessive and super aggressive.
①SC
②The original text has nothing to do with the attack, the original text is transferred to the attack
③Attack and subject have grown up

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- Description from novelbuddy

Way, way, and very way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals.And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army.Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too.My Talent's Name Was Generator.Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like.So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me?Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back.I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

Before Wufu was reborn, she had no idea there was such a thing as rebirth. Only after her rebirth did she realize Heaven must have thought her previous life was too smooth, so it sent her to suffer in this ancient land where morality, decency, and the Female Precepts were held in high esteem, pitiful indeed! From being a master jade carver to having her soul transmigrate into a farm girl with a wretched background, she was bullied and humiliated. Even the bun-selling mother advised her that forbearance is gold? Bullshit! She could endure, but her other identity absolutely could not—robbers, swept away; insults to her mother, you're crippled... Wufu has a saying, for every insult and humiliation, I will repay a hundredfold. But what's with this one? He doesn't bully her; he only wants to sleep with her? And he even dares... to mount her? Well, a lord can endure, but Wufu cannot. Mount him back, life or death, a hundred years, neither owes the other anything!