MTL - My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Internet Loves Her. - Chapter 658 Say ugly things first

There are times when you’ll still never be good enough no matter how hard you try.

Born with a frail twin sister, Li Caiyi gives most of her time to take care of Li Chunhua. Her parents and older brother trust her to take care of her sister, yet Li Caiyi can’t help but feel the disparity in treatment and affection given to both of them.

In her whole life, she has never become anyone’s first priority. Not in the heart of her family, and especially not in the heart of her childhood friend, the Young Master of Meng family, Meng Renshu.

When Li Caiyi became Meng Renshu’s wife, Li Caiyi thought she could finally become someone’s first priority, but everything fell apart in just three years.

She decides to let everything go. Then she meets Shen Qiang in the most unexpected place. No one wants to accompany her in her life, yet this stranger offers to accompany her in death.

“Do you want to jump together?”

When she opened her eyes, Li Caiyi had gone back to her high school times.

This time, she won’t make the wrong choice again.

But where can she find Shen Qiang?!

After receiving his terminal illness diagnosis, Chu Xun could finally let go of everything. The most important thing of being alive is after all, one’s own happiness.

Dumping a jerk, getting back on his retarded colleagues, firing his dumbass boss, staying in a luxurious house, enjoying a feast and bedding a young, energetic and handsome guy—Chu Xun very coolly did what he didn’t dare to do in the past!

All his savings were spent and as he laid down waiting for his death, the doctor apologetically told him, “I’m so sorry, we misdiagnosed.”

“…” Chu Xun felt faint.

He did another checkup and thought, he did feel unwell recently though?

The doctor looked grim.

Chu Xun’s heart skipped a beat. “Don’t tell me it wasn’t a misdiagnosis after all. Am I sick?”

Doctor: “You do not have a terminal illness, but you are… You are pregnant.”

Chu Xun: “???” Ermm, he’s a guy?

And later, the child’s father, that young, energetic and handsome man, who also happened to be a 26-year-old billionaire, Lin Yanchen, appeared and handed out a marriage certificate already signed by him. “I’ll take responsibility. Let’s get married.”

Chu Xun only realised now that his 30-years-late love life, as though blooming blossoms, was flooding in.

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It took a long time for Yu Qingjia to learn that she was the original heroine in a Mary Sue Novel, and the other party held the female supporting system in their hands, and She was gearing up to grab her opportunity.

Hehe…

Anyway, sooner or later, she’s going to die, so it’s better to live a more comfortable life. Yu Qingjia completely let herself go, relying on her status as a legitimate daughter, she played her life against her father’s new beautiful concubine. This little concubine is not a good stubble either, as they come and go, the relationship between the two of them becomes bigger and bigger. Later, she gradually realized that something was wrong.

Why is her formidable enemy a ‘man’?

He is also a wanted man of the royal family, the youngest son of the deposed prince, and a famous tyrant in the future!

The royal family of this dynasty has a secret. For example, although these royal men are all beautiful and good at fighting, they are bloodthirsty, paranoid, and cruel from their genes.

Murong Yan fell from the clouds into the dust when he was young, and even had to disguise himself as a woman to avoid spies in the backyard of his followers. After great changes, the tyrannical element in his body could hardly be controlled until he met Yu Qingjia, his nominal “daughter”. In his restless and dark world, the sun suddenly radiated in.

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A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.