Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten - Chapter 1835 - Did Your Head Get Hit By A Door?

Ning Jiang's father was a famous bridge designer but he was framed and the bridge he designed fell. He couldn't bear what happened and died soon. After his death, Ning Jiang's mother married another man who already had a daughter.

The new family treated Ning Jiang badly. Her stepsister, Mo Lan, even got involved in her relationship on purpose. As a result, her boyfriend betrayed her and Ni Jiang's heart was broken.

Meanwhile, Ning Jiang discovered that what happened to her father might be related to her stepfather or a man, Luo Hanshang, the fiance of her stepsister, who was in power of a huge business empire.

To find out the truth behind her father's case and even take revenge, she set up a trap for Luo Hanshang and attracted him successfully. She helped him solve a big case and won his trust. Then he married her as she planned. As time went by, he fell in love with her and even melted her heart, but she never gave up revealing the truth...

With the Legendary Mechanic System, I transmigrated to Marvel Universe to be Dr. Zola’s assistant.

With Mechanical Force Analysis, I can learn every black technology.

Winter Soldier’s arm? I built a better one for you.

Iron Man’s armor? I already made it a decade earlier.

Doc Ock’s tentacles? I am the one who provided core technology.

Hulk’s mutation? Sorry, I was there and got hit by the radiation too.

As for a certain purple potato, can he collect all Infinity Stones?

……

However, I only had one simple ultimate dream. That is to go home…

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Three years ago, Yan Eucalyptus traveled from the world of cultivating immortals to the modern society as a copper money plant that had been refined to perfection.
Not long after she came here, she got married and divorced Qi Yan, a newcomer in the entertainment industry, with a number of children in her belly and a divorce fee of 30 million yuan.
Three years later, her ex-husband, who was popular in the entertainment industry, blocked her in an alley: “I will give you 100 million, and we will remarry.”
Yan Yu:! ! !

One day, Qi Yan came home early and found two three-year-old children squatting in the pool in the backyard, looking at the pool of copper money grass, and making small reports.
Yan Mengmeng: “Mom, I found out that Dad would soak water with lemon slices every day! I’m so scared, will he soak me too one day?”
Yan Kuku: “Mom, Dad likes to eat bitter melon, will he fire me and eat it?”
Copper money grass: “It’s okay, it’s okay, I will run away when my mother gets the money, you two will last for a while, and the younger siblings still need money to germinate.”
Qi Yan:?
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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.