MTL - Long Time Loved Friend - Chapter 39 Ridiculous

I have clairvoyance, and I can see antique treasures no matter where they are hidden. Is there anything else in the world that I can’t go to?

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Bankruptcy, divorce, wife's betrayal!At 35 years old, Yang Hao suffered a triple whammy!Yet, amidst such a desperate situation, he accidentally inherited a fortune from the game “Monopoly”.From then on, life underwent earth shattering changes!Money, reputation, status, commercial empire.Ex-wife knelt down and begged for remarriage? Sorry, when I was in trouble, you left me. Now that I'm better, you want to come and enjoy the glory and wealth?！you do not deserve!

She is a two-faced and fierce hidden ghost doctor,

Before crossing, she was despised by everyone and is widely known as a “waste”.

The contract of the ancient spirit,

The cultivation speed that rivals the gods,

She will show everyone just how blind they are.

With poisonous powder in her hand, who dares to bully her people! they are looking for death!

What Ninth grade medicine pellet? Her adorable pet eats them like a jelly bean.

He’s so capricious! He who is always coquettish at her named as the “Night Prince”, everyone thought he was cold and indifferent, but why in her eyes he was so difficult, haunting.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I wonder when you will become my woman.”

A fine needle was pressed against his waist, she laughed

“Prince, you keep urging this devil, if this poison really goes in you, you can only be a eunuch in this life!”

- Description from Novelupdates

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.