Imperial Cultivation - Chapter 372 - 369: Soft and Hard

One day, a villainess came to the orphanage.“I absolutely can’t stand children!”“How can someone my age have a child? It doesn’t make sense!”“What’s so great about these little creatures that tire you out all day long…”Setting aside her dislike for children…Somehow, after she arrived, the children started gaining weight.“It’s all because of the contract, you know?”That’s what she says.While personally feeding them sweets she made herself.

One minute, she was spiraling out of her scooter, watching in horror as her fried chicken flew into the horizon. The next minute, she was signing the contract to become a mother to his sons while staring into his glacier blue eyes.“The contract is effective as of now” He announced, as he dropped the pen. His brow was lifted challengingly and his voice reverberated around the room, bounced and sent zings of electricity down her spine.She tilted her head to a side, studying him covertly as she smiled menacingly. She was going to make him regret his decision.Let the games begin..!

Die in Water and Revive in Fire Ji Hanyue was born of a general.

On the evening when she married the Crown Prince, she was framed and pushed into a lake. Before she died, she was told that both her father and sister had been murdered.

When she woke up in a fire, she found herself reincarnated as her cousin Qu Moying, a blind daughter of the Vice Minister of Works.

With a hateful stepmother and sister, the poor girl lived in forsaken circumstances and used to be timid and isolated.

The fire gave Ji Hanyue a new life and changed Qu Moying’s life.

The vengeance started. In the previous life, Ji Hanyue married the Crown Prince, while in this one, she took the fancy of his uncle.

What kind of marriage was waiting for her?

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Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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