MTL - Pampering My Cute Pet - Chapter 42 Falling horse

Liu Ling, an unmarried activist, has been unrestrained all her life. Before her death, a friend asked her if she had an unfulfilled wish, and Liu Ling replied she could not raise a baby.

The friend fell into trouble; this is not easy to do. Not waiting for her friend to speak, Liu Ling said that if she gave birth to a child, the mother would die, and her child would live, so let’s forget it.

Unfortunately, God heard.

After her death, she did not enter the underworld and transmigrated into Song Zhaodi. She also had seven children, all of whom were not her own.

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He said I was the most despicable woman he ever met…

In order to love him, I lost my family, and become an imprisoned tool used for his vengeance from a noble lady. Everyone said I was the daughter of a rapist… I cautiously maintained the excruciating deep love for him and suffered from mental and physical exhaustion…

I thought someday my love would touch him and then I would live a happy life just as a fairy tale, but in fact I fell into an eternal nightmare…

In the business world, legend has it that he’s cold-blooded and ruthless. Yet at home, he dotes on his beloved wife to the bones.

‘Why am I married to this demon?’ After accidentally provoking a certain demon, she becomes his possession. From then on, she is forced into a shameless, wanton life…

“Mr. Pei, is there anything that you’re dissatisfied with Mrs. Pei about?” a reporter asks.

Mr. Pei’s dark eyes narrows. ‘The only thing I’m not satisfied with…’

Mr. Pei answers brazenly, “Lasting for only five minutes after charging for two hours.”

Mrs. Pei’s cheeks instantly turn red and she curses inwardly, ‘This darn perv!’

The reporter asks again, “What about you, Mrs. Pei?”

Gritting her teeth, Mrs Pei replies, “Lasting for two hours after charging for only five minutes!”

That night, Mr. Pei smiles wickedly after lasting four hours. “Are you satisfied now?”

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?