Bigshot Mr. Fu's Wife is Sweet and Wild - Chapter 216: my mouth is tight

“You need a legal wife. I need a husband in name. I can get him to work with me!”

A marriage certificate, she had completely screwed herself over!

“You … What are you doing! ” Jin Yan gripped the thin blanket tightly, her face was full of caution. Why did this man appear in her room late at night?!

He stepped forward with a faint smile on his lips, “Of course it's what a husband and wife should do.”

After being so long suppressed, she was furious.

Liar! Brawler! She wants a divorce!

The man panted heavily. With a bewitching voice, he said, “Alright, I’ll go out to clean up. I don’t need anything but you!”

In the new era when the earth began the test to become a Level 2 Civilization, everyone's Constellations played the most important role because only from them could people obtain skills.Having a contract with a stronger Constellation meant getting skills with a higher class.Money was the determinant of getting stronger Constellations as they offered skills to those who paid more.Oliver had no problem with that as he was raised by his aunt who was a super rich woman.That woman could contract one of the Strongest Constellations.However, she suddenly offended the Constellation she was about to contract, causing an inevitable conflict.As a result, that Constellation used his influence to make all Constellations not accept contracts from the two of them.Even with a lot of money, their status was destined to plummet in this new era if they did not have a Constellation.They had to be prepared for the attacks of their enemies.Unexpectedly for Oliver, when he felt hopeless, he accidentally joined a chat group that he initially thought contained strange people but turned out to be the most powerful figures in the universe.Even two of them casually gave him SSS+ Class Skills...

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.