I Cultivate Passively - Chapter 10

At the moment of her suicide, she was filled with joy, for her great vengeance had been satisfied, and her wishes were fulfilled.Yet, heaven ordained her rebirth before the apocalyptic world.In her past life, she harbored fear towards his possessive imprisonment.In this life, she depended on him, was infatuated with him, clung to him, loved him.Together, they faced ghostly trickeries and walked through the hell on earth, never to be separated again.

The financial market is swept up and down, and the crocodiles are annihilated in chatting and laughing.

The most successful investor in history, the peak of the mysterious existence. He is Bridgewater’s largest investor, and his earnings beat Renaissance Technologies. He pointed to John Paulson, who strangled Long-Term Capital Management.

Killing a person in ten steps without leaving a name for a thousand miles, he is the son of finance and the king of hedging!

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(female respect + quick travel + save the hero + one-to-one sweet pet)

If Su Qiruo transmigrated into a book, she transmigrated into a Novel of Empresses that she was reading.

In the book, women are masters of the outside world, and they are appointed as marquises to pay homage to their prime ministers. This is indeed a cool text in the Shuang text.

I wanted to achieve my own career happily and freely, regardless of love affairs.

But when the poor little child knelt down in front of her humbly and called out: “My wife…”

Su Qiruo still couldn’t hold back and rushed forward.

That’s all, it’s good to bring a tow bottle.

It’s okay to pet and be happy.

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All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.