Absolute Depravity: Reincarnated with a lustful System - Chapter 4 - Where Everything Begins

In the love tomb of the marriage for three years, Lin Qingqian’s heart had already died, so she decided to divorce, stayed away from love, and focused on her career.

That man, who did not use to be seen for months after married, frequently appear after divorce.

When talking about cooperation, the man whispered,” Qian Qian, he has less money than me, let me invest in this project?”

Meet a girl with a bad mind, the man flattens her palm a slap to throw the girl’s face, “Qian Qian, to hit someone like this will not hurt you.”

Later, Lin Qingqian finally made it to the top, obtaining countless pursuing people.

One of her admirers gave her 99 flowers, and the next day she would receive 999

One of her admirers gave her a box of strawberries, and the next day she would receive a refrigerator fulling of strawberries.

One of her admirers gave her a cat. The next day, her home almost became a pet shop.

Lin Qingqian can not stand it anymore, tweets: Married, Refusal.

After posting a micro-blog, she put the phone on the sofa: Now are you satisfied?

The noblemen showed a charming smile, “Qian Qian, I am generous, but this does not prevent me from being jealous.”

Lin Qingqian: “…”

If life could start over, how would you choose?Would you still choose to be an ordinary person, perhaps with inner brilliance but unknown to others, watching the clouds roll by from a high vantage point?Or would you take the world as your stage, stirring up the winds and clouds, making the entire world dance around you, causing people's hearts to race with your every word and action?Everyone loves Mr. Lynch, everyone cannot do without him!Write your own laws, set down the rules I say, in this short span of life, either light up yourself or ignite the world!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”