MTL - My 1995 Small Farm - v2 Chapter 442 windmill

Dressed as the daughter of a petty official, Ye Ping is very satisfied with her identity. It’s a pity that she soon discovered that she was not just traveling through time, but through a book, and her role in the book was the little follower of the vicious female partner.
As the little follower of the vicious female lead, the original owner’s daily routine is to humiliate the female lead and frame the female lead. In the end, he became the cannon fodder for the heroine and the heroine’s fighting skills, and after death, someone poked at the bones and scolded him that he deserved it.
In order to survive, she didn’t want to go through the plot. So when the heroine pointed out that she loves the hero in public, she hugged the heroine’s brother’s thigh in desperation.
“A good bird chooses a tree to live in. I… I am happy with the king of the county!”
In order to get rid of the plot, she had to pretend to be affectionate and send love letters and gifts to the heroine’s brother. Everyone laughed at her wishful thinking to embarrass herself, waiting for her to be slapped in the face.
Waited and waited, but the news came that King Wen married her.
Everyone: How is this possible?
Wen Yu is a man of unique style, cold-hearted and reticent, with ruthless means, and has the name of the first criminal department in the prosperous dynasty. Everyone in the world knows that he has won the emperor’s heart, and he is the most trusted person around the emperor. In his previous life, he devoted himself to repaying the dragon’s kindness and cutting off love all his life.
After being reborn, he just felt dull.
Unexpectedly, during a certain mission, a little girl rushed over and hugged his thigh, and kept saying that she liked him.
Wen Yu: “…”

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“Just once, I want to make it through the first stage of screening…”

Zhou Donghuang, a man from the Earth, is able to destroy any planet in the universe without lifting a finger. His supreme will can sweep across the vast cosmos in the blink of an eye. And his immortal spirit can depart from his body and wander around the universe!

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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