MTL - The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 25

Suzumiya Kaede, a gamer, fell asleep while playing a game all night and when he woke up he found himself in another world, a fantasy world where using magic is possible! Using his knowledge of games, skills, and cheats, Kaede decides to enjoy as much of his new life in a different world through his newly-acquired magic and sword!

In wealthy circles, Meng Chuyuan was known to be an abandoned wife. Her husband was rarely home, and both her younger brother-in-law and mother-in-law have terrible tempers.

Others mocked her for living an undignified life, but only Meng Chuyuan knew how comfortable and free she was.

She had endless money to spend and didn’t have to have children.

However, one day, her brother-in-law, who was a popular figure in the entertainment industry, dragged her to a rural reality show.

Before the show started, Meng Chuyuan, as part of the control group, ranked first on the list of unfortunate marriages and cold relations with her in-laws!

After the show aired, Meng Chuyuan’s radiant appearance completely overshadowed the negative publicity!

The netizen’s focus began to change.

Abandoned by a wealthy family? With that 40-carat diamond ring, anyone would want to be in her shoes!

Discord between in-laws? Please! They were so in sync with their playful banter. They acted like real siblings!

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts?

During the family day event, Meng Chuyuan’s mother-in-law was practically her number one fan!

Unhappy marriage? Her husband’s possessiveness practically overflowed from the screen.

If they were a so-called fake couple, netizens would live stream themselves eating their shoes!

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Deng Shirong was reborn and returned to the summer of 1980.

In the previous life, because I believed the matchmaker’s words easily, several of my children’s marriages were unhappy. My two sons-in-law were unable to support me, and my several daughters-in-law made the family a mess.

In this life, he will personally take action to find partners for his children.

A few years later, when I got together with some old friends, when they talked about whether their daughters-in-law were filial or not, Deng Shirong didn’t say anything. He just posted a WeChat Moments message in front of several old friends, saying Suddenly I want to eat Guilin’s beer fish.

The next moment, several daughters-in-law living in different cities called him in turn:

Eldest daughter-in-law: “Dad, I will drive back to pick you up on Saturday to travel to Guilin. I haven’t eaten authentic beer fish in a long time!”

Second daughter-in-law: “Dad, I happen to have nothing to do right now. I will drive back to pick you up. Let’s go to Guilin for a few days together.”

Third daughter-in-law: “Dad, my company still has some things to deal with. I’ll ask the driver to pick you up first…”

Fourth daughter-in-law: “…”

Young daughter-in-law: “…”

Several old friends were stunned and their eyes were red with envy!

[This book mainly describes the customs and customs of the rural areas of Bobai County, Guangxi in the 1980s. It focuses on matchmaking + food + daily life. It has a strong local flavor, real prices, and a reasonable plot. It requires careful appreciation, and those who are impetuous should beware]

ps: There is an old book “I don’t accept anyone as a matchmaker” with a high order of 35,000+. If you are interested, you can check it out!

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.