MTL - The Beautiful Wife of the Whirlwind Marriage - Chapter 1567 We are not vigorous, but we have a lifetime...

Transmigrated, Qi Huan became the daughter of an exiled criminal.With only a thatched cottage at the start, it collapsed before long…Fortunately, she was bound to a powerful express delivery system.As long as she did good deeds and accumulated points, she could achieve free delivery!More surprisingly, her neighbor, the waste prince, turned out to be a point farming bug —Helping others +1 point.Helping the waste prince +100 points.From then on, she treated the waste prince as a point farming tool.…But became the waste prince’s one and only intimate person.Once abolished, falling from the clouds into the mud, people avoided him like snakes and scorpions.Only Qi’s little girl always had a bright smile as she sidled up to him.Offering free help without reason, she must be up to no good!At first, Li Shuchen maintained full vigilance.…Later, he gave all his tenderness to her.She opened restaurants and taverns, and he silently protected her;As her chain stores and industry expanded, he became her strong backup;When she donated supplies and did good deeds, he accompanied her.When she came of marriageable age, he proposed with betrothal gifts and a phoenix coronet, welcoming her in full ceremonial attire.From then on, the inner palace had no concubines, only doting on the one.

As soon as Rong Yan entered the book, it was a bloodbath.Faced with a deathly hellish start.She ended up with Liu family's slacker gang.And the people coming to catch the cheaters were just a few minutes away.One step forward, an abyss; one step back, into the dragon's den.Rong Yan: Wow, this is thrilling!***Fortunately, she has a space with trillions of resources, otherwise, this house would be empty.She genuinely felt like she could die on the spot.But what's with the control group?Her man is a cannon-fodder unlucky chap?Her brother-in-law and sister-in-law's fate is extremely tragic?Is she that doomed original match where the more miserable she is, the better off the female protagonist?Well, go to hell!Kicking those bloodsucking relatives, punching those scoundrels...Qin Ye stops her: ”Wife, let me handle this.“Rong Yan: ...Can I still get a divorce?Qin Ye's cold laugh: ”Only widowhood, don't think about divorce.“

Li Yao, a retired assassin, woke up one day to find herself transmigrated to ancient times and became a famous shrew far and wide.

With hands on her hips, she wailed loudly. Villagers called her the bane of ghosts, and even dogs would circle around when they saw her.

She had four children, her husband had passed away, and it was a disastrous year, leaving them poor as church mice.

Fortunately, River Bay Village was nestled against a big mountain, with wild chickens, wild boars, wolves, tigers, herbs, spices, corn, sweet potatoes, potatoes… it seemed to have everything.

Rely on the water to eat, and rely on the mountain.

With her skills that exceeded the times, Yao Li quickly became the wealthiest person in River Bay Village.

She was determined to stick to her original aspirations – retire and live out her remaining years in peace.

But as a widow, there were many things at her doorstep.

Her maiden family coveted her wealth; local ruffians lusted after her beauty; the magistrate admired her talents; the prefect wanted to rely on her to build up his political achievements; the scholar admired her literary talent; the chancellor respected her breadth of knowledge…

Wave after wave, wearing down her doorstep.

Even a Prince was amazed by her, finding all kinds of excuses to frequently visit and neglect his palaces.

Li Yao adapted to the circumstances, sparring back and forth, just wishing her retirement life would remain undisturbed.

But unknowingly, the world was changing because of her.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”