Demon King - Chapter 147: Black Palace – 2

Everyone knew that after the young lady Miss Shen was abandoned by a wild man, she became self-indulgent and fell pregnant without marrying.

After she was driven out of her house, she fell into a state of despair.

The infamous Shen Ruojing, however, appeared at the birthday banquet of the Chu family’s old madam. Everyone taunted her. “

The ones who send millions in gift money sit at one table, while those who send tens of millions in gift money sit at the other.”

“Miss Shen, how much did you give?”

The crowd waited for her to make a fool of herself, but Shen Ruojing pulled out an adorable little boy from behind her and said, “Excuse me Madam, which table will your eldest grandson sit at?”

*** Both mother and son were brought into the Chu family, and Shen Ruojing wanted to spend her daze lazing about, but was met with rejection from the family in various ways.

“We have first-class hackers, music masters, tech experts… Everyone is well-known in this family. What do you bring?”

Shen Ruojing rubbed her chin.

“Well, all of those things you mentioned… I know a little bit of everything.”

Her three adorable babies stood beside her and nodded in unison,

“We can testify that Mommy does know a little bit of everything!”

He was the youngest guru of martial arts as well as the perfect Mr. McDreamy of the most girls. He had mysterious absolute touch, clear-sighted observation ability and various outstanding talents.

Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, “Good Morning, Chief!”

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. And even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.

However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed…