MTL - Seventy Couple’s Daily Routine - Chapter 30 little duck

Five years, Nan Xia devotedly cared for her husband who was in a vegetative state. After finally waiting for the man to wake up, what she got was: “She's pregnant now, wanting a divorce is a bit difficult, just throw her into the lake and let her fend for herself.”Five years later, Nan Xia changed her name and identity, with three adorable children, she sets out to punish the scumbag man, trample on the white lotus, and vows to make the scum man and the vile woman pay in blood!Yet the man pulls her into his arms, softly coaxing, “Honey, be good, let's not divorce.”Nan Xia's expression is icy: “Sorry! I don't know you at all!”

Every novel has a slag character, the one who decides to abandon the protagonist at his lowest, most helpless point, either because he can’t stand the poor guy’s circumstances or for other reasons. But after the protagonist wins his way in life again, they’re the ones who beg with broken sobs to be taken back.

Still, water once spilled can’t be recovered again.

Yet the unlucky Shen Jiayan has been bound to a Water Recovery* System to do just that.

*water recovery – comes from an idiom that means “spilled water can’t be recovered” (English equivalent: there’s no use crying over spilt milk).

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A magical 'Universal Toolbox' led Joe Ga into the arms industry.The complex and unpredictable nature of the world caused Joe Ga to gradually change his goals...“Sir, how did you end up here?”“I don't know, I just wanted to make some money at first, buy a house, marry a wife. But slowly, as more and more people appeared around me, my goals started to change.”“So what are your goals now?”“Now, I just want to retire peacefully with my guys, really!”

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.