MTL - Freelance Artist - Chapter 45 Trinkets and Yoko

Having traveled to the year 1983, Lu Jiaxin found herself at the start facing the failure of the original host in a high school exam, a stepmother who was sweet on the outside but dark-hearted, and a purely self-interested father.Designer Lu, facing a hellish start, decided: if her stepmother made a move, she'd countermove tenfold! If her father failed to act like a human, she'd teach him how to!She still intended to continue college; she heard that the degrees from Hong Kong University in the '80s were quite valuable, so she flung her sleeves and bravely explored the financial and business circles of Hong Kong.Bulky mobile phones, beepers, “007” on the dance floor!Victoria Mountain, Shallow Bay, female tycoons of Victoria!

In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince.The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he’d be “snapped”…Since I couldn’t rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France!First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years.Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power.Next, confiscate the Church’s abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger.Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France!That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island.That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn’t accomplish, I will achieve!!!

[Fiction from the 1980s] Su Wen read a popular novel about son-in-law in the 1980s. The hero is a tough guy with a sense of security, but at the same time he is a bit dark-bellied and sullen.

It was the style she liked, so with a wave of her hand, she rewarded one million reading coins—and then she became the hero’s scumbag ex-wife.

In the book, the original body, as the head of the family who recruits a family at home, does not want to stand up for the family, but is a love brain. Don’t want to have huge golden thighs, but was instigated by the little white flower heroine, and fell in love with the scumbag from the next village.

After Su Wen came through, she hugged the male lead’s golden thigh tightly, and worked hard to make money and become rich. As a result, the younger sisters were too competitive, crying and shouting to recruit a son-in-law at home like the older sister, and they gave birth to a baby with the surname Su.

So, Su Wen started the rhythm of choosing her son-in-law every day, all of them are handsome and talented. One body is better than the other, and the family background is better than the other. It’s so hard to choose!

Someone who was left out aggressively blocked her behind the door: “Am I handsome? Is my figure good? Is my family strong?”

Su Wen: “…But they are my sister-in-law.”

“My whole body is yours. I will give you the passbook, and I will give you my life.”

The next day, Su Wen woke up and looked at more than twenty passbooks, lost in thought…

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?