MTL - Get to Know about Wife Fan - Chapter 49

I’m not your slave, you bastard! She’s furious! She’s furious! I’m furious! WE’RE BREAKING UP! She’s laughing like crazy! We’ll discuss this in a hundred years She was her ex boyfriend, mother hated down and out, but he praised her as treasure, when Tsenin, you want my heart, my life, I can give you at any time

The Prince Regent of the Zong Dynasty, Lin Bozhou, looked noble and benevolent on the outside but disgustingly filthy on the inside.

This traitorous minister, whom everyone had condemned.

One day, Meng Huan, who just transmigrated into a book, arrived into the bedroom in a sedan chair after he was forcefully sold as a male concubine to the Prince Regent.

How to keep himself safe in the face of this treacherous minister? Meng Huan was prepared to act like the original host, that was, being an aloof and cold man who would rather die than obey the Prince Regent. He would despise this man, while showing off his intelligence and wisdom, and occasionally, engaged in a game of wits with the Prince Regent.

Only this way would the Prince Regent love and respect him.

He could also be like the original host, winning the man’s favor but choosing to ignore it, making his escape in style, and forcing the calm Prince Regent glow in red anger.

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However, when he tried to recall the incoming part to play as the original host, Meng Huan suddenly froze.

Meng—Low IQ— Huan: What were the crafty plots and machinations?

Meng—Low IQ—Huan: What were the words the original host used to scold the man?

Meng—Low IQ—Huan: Oh no, I am finished, I am done for. I am toast QAQ

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The male concubine he bought were said to possess determined character, and very likely going to commit suicide by bitting off his own tongue, or viciously shout foul words at him.

Always calm and collected, Lin Bozhou, who was not one to force himself on another or witness bloodshed, was ready to free this man.

Yet, when he entered the door, he saw a dazed beauty, looking at a loss while saying in a very soft voice, “Hus-husband?”

The beauty looked to be racking his brain as if his life depended on it.

Then, after a few seconds of stupefaction, he appeared to have given up. “I would better serve you in bed.”

Lin Bozhou: “…?”

The absolute wise minister and his dumb wife : )

This story is also known as The Waste Who Transmigrated into a Political Fiction

*A powerful and smart minister gong vs dumb and delicate beauty shou

- Description from Novelupdates

---Han Yan thought his life couldn’t get any more embarrassing after dying from choking on cheap instant noodles. But when he opened his eyes again, he finds himself trapped in his sister’s favorite BL novel as the Han family’s cannon-fodder husband, fated to die miserably in the mountains.He knows the plot. He knows the ending. And he knows he’s meant to suffer while the Male Lead basks in happiness.The problem? The fragile, tearful husband beside him is far too pitiful, and Han Yan here supposedly a “straight man” can’t stop feeling protective.Armed only with his knowledge of the story, he declares:“Forget the plot. Forget the Male Lead. I’ll survive and keep my delicate husband safe!”But survival isn’t simple when your scheming stepmother has her own plans, greedy relatives circle like vultures, and the story’s protagonist could appear at any moment.Just when Han Yan thinks life in this strange world can’t get any stranger, a mysterious cat suddenly appears, a very massive plot hole that he could only scold the silly author. Its presence pulls Han Yan and Li Xin into events far beyond their control.This story mixes lighthearted humor, warmth, and slow-burn affection with light cultivation, danger, and emotional healing as Han Yan struggles between fate and his growing feelings for Li Xin the husband he was never meant to know.---

Chen Ping transmigrated into a Martial Arts world and sat among beggars.His memories lingered amid a rain of bullets, a bullet prying open his skull...Touched his head, felt the scalp still intact, but his eyes seemed to have issues. Whenever he focused on his brain, illusions appeared, seeing a white silkworm in the depths of his mind move slightly.“Your hand, was it also chopped off by Boss Yat?”“No, I chopped it myself.”