MTL - Hedonist Sovereign - Chapter 1822 Stolen on the spot

She was the eldest daughter of a famous doctor in Beijing. She was the “Cold Hell King” who was feared by everyone in Beijing. In her previous life, she was used by a scumbag man. She caused him, his family to be ruined, and he died in the basement. In her second life, she stepped on a scumbag man, a scumbag woman, and her three brothers pampered her to the heavens! The three young masters of the Jiang family were scrambling to be the first to do so. “Shui Su is my younger sister, I'll pamper her!” A certain young master Fu in Beijing coldly raised the chin of the woman in his arms with jealousy. “Tell me, who are you?” Ye Shui Su’s eyes rippled slightly. “Linnan, I'm your person.” How could he not believe such provocative words? Fu Linnan’s icy hand moved to the woman’s slender waist. “You can’t just say whether you’re one of my people or not.” [Rebirth + Counterattack + Team Pet + socketed + 1v1 + Female Lead Snatch] [Reborn + Counterattack + Team Pet + 1v1 + Female Lead Snatch]

He is the renowned playboy that terrifies the world, and countless people’s supreme king.

A night was turned upside down as she recklessly pushed him down on the bed, her face clear and cold: Remember, you’re bottom, I’m top!

“Offending me, aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

“Not afraid. You wouldn’t. ”

Little by little pressing his bottom line, time by time declaring her sovereignty.

Shen Shenxue’s principle is: Even if the entire world spoiled him, she absolutely had to domesticate him into a loyal dog.

Quan Shi: There’s people who love your beautiful and alluring image, there’s people who love your rich spirit, and only I hate your never conceding stubbornness and your endless passionate, deep love.

TL Note: The title’s a play on words, and the words ‘how have you been?’ is meant to be said with a malicious intent behind it (alternate title translation would be, ‘Hope You’ve Been Unwell’ for the latter portion)

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.