If the Deep Sea Forgets You - Chapter 183 - Third Young Master in Prison

She became the young mistress of the most powerful family in City T by marrying the young master in place of her sister.

He was cold to her on their first nuptial night. "Just because you played some tricks to get yourself married here, you still mean nothing to me!"

However, she was calm and heartless. "Young Master Mu, don't think too highly of yourself. I despise all that is you — your money and your very being!"

After the wedding, Young Master Mu lived lavishly by spending money like flowing during the day while working his nights away busily. "You said you despised me earlier. Well, which part of me do you despise exactly, hmm?"

Luo Chenxi could not bear the harassment any longer so she tossed out the divorce papers in rage. "I can't live like this much longer..."

I despised her. I despised how she schemed to get married to me. I despised her because of her arrogance.

“Li Rui, you don't know how many times I have wished to kill you.”

But all of this was my illusion. Everything was a mysterious trap of lies. A trap that was laid to trap me.

“Rui, I want to protect you from this whole world. I will not ask you to love me.....just don't hate me. Hmm....”

The story of a lover that was never destined to get the girl he loved but his fate led him to her.

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years.In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions.Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night.At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world.Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms.Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields!Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears!“I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!”

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.