Reborn with a Space: Building a Fortune Amidst Famine - Chapter 89: Come back times

Anne's life takes an unexpected twist when she meets her mate, the Alpha wolf prince Damien. Her world shatters when he rejects her, casting her out of the pack and into exile. To escape certain death, Anne flees to the human world, hiding her true nature and the secret she carries.Five years later, Anne has built a new life among humans, raising her son in peace. When Damien unexpectedly stumbles upon Anne and discovers their child, the heir to his pack, old wounds are reopened, and forgotten bonds are reignited.Damien is determined to reclaim what he lost, but Anne is no longer the same broken wolf who once loved him. She is stronger, fiercely protective, and unwilling to be hurt again. As Damien battles to win back her trust and integrate their son into his legacy, they must navigate a path of betrayal, redemption, and unknown enemies.Can Anne forgive the past and accept a future with the man who once shattered her heart? And can Damien prove he’s worthy of the mate and child he abandoned?

As soon as she was wearing it, Qin Tianru picked up a beautiful man, touched him, and her powers were upgraded?

Facing the famines of the 1950s and the shortage of supplies, Qin Tianru, who had plant-based abilities, expressed no pressure.

As a result, flowers bloomed in one minute, branches and leaves were scattered in three minutes, grains were ripened in five minutes, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials were readily available.

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Villagers: The farmland is dry, the locusts are infested, the snowstorm is coming… God, these days will not last! !

The Qi family in the village: all of them are shiny and strong, and their three meals a day are delicious on earth.

Qi’s family spreads their hands: they can’t finish the grain and meat dishes in the cellar~

Villagers: Why is your family so outstanding?

Everyone in the Qi family: Because a little fairy came to my house!

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The man who woke up injured: “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

Qin Tianru has a cute face: “I’m here to be your daughter-in-law.”

The man’s eyes were sharp: “You are not from this era!”

Qin Tianru was stunned: My vest fell off so quickly?

The man raised the corner of his mouth, recalling the lonely life in his last life, maybe he can change his way of life in this life.

For example, marry a delicate little wife.

[The reborn boss who is ruthless and indifferent but very fond of his wife vs the delicate and very Buddhist fairy of crossing the road]

1. 1v1, marriage is determined by fate, only favored.

2. Overhead, all settings are based on this book, do not substitute for reality.

3. Warm farming, make a fortune, slow pace, and not many excellent products.

PS: Mother-daughter series “Blessed Wife Full of System Shuttle”

Sister series “The Koi Wife of the Big Brother of the Age”

- Description from novelbuddy

Kai of the Sorcerer’s Tower is one of the last mages left, barely surviving in a world ruled by creatures of the dark — where the era of mages ended, and most of the lands got contaminated with dead mana. To save his world and fulfil his master’s last wish, he put himself through a forbidden ritual, risking his soul being ripped into pieces to make his way into the past. In an era with abundant mana — an era yet to enter the Golden Era of Magic. Things go wrong, of course, as they always do, and he finds himself thousands of years before the world fell to mana contamination — in the body of a young lord, Arzan. All is not well, though, as the young lord was murdered by someone right at the cusp of a beast wave threatening the territory, while larger threats loom on the horizon. There was a lot to do for Kai to regain his former strength in this time of primitive technology, but then again, he might just be able to change that.

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