My Doomsday Territory - Chapter 811

The first time they met on a blind date, Ji Sang agreed to Fu Yisi's proposal to get married.The second time they met, they tied the knot at the civil affairs bureau.The third time they met, just back in the country, Ji Sang looked at the man who came to pick her up and decided she wanted him to be her model.Ji Sang thought her husband, whom she married through an arranged marriage, was a gentleman on the outside but cold and indifferent on the inside.But unexpectedly, the man turned out to be so sultry and scheming!Fu Yisi: 'Do you like jawlines, hmm?Fu Yisi: 'Want to touch?'Fu Yisi: 'Am I good enough? You can check yourself.'Ji Sang is a giant in thought but a dwarf in action, rendered powerless by his teasing. She imagined it countless times until one day after an argument between them, Dr. Fu leisurely took off his shirt.'Didn't you want to shoot me? I'll let you shoot to your heart's content.'A socially anxious and aloof photographer x A cold-faced, quiet, sharp-tongued but kind-hearted Dr. Fu.

Struggling until thirty-eight years old and still can't afford a house, you have to pay a dowry of 300,000 to get married, living frugally for most of your life, your liver is shattered from overworking, but where's the money? Who really took all the money?

Jiang Qin, who is full of grievances, was reborn at the age of eighteen. The only thought in his mind when he opened his eyes was to start a business and make money.

The first step, to take back the love letters he had sent out, flip it over, and write three lines in the stunned eyes of the school beauty:

You must never work for others, better to latch onto a wealthy woman if you can.

You can make more money if you lose it, but if you lose your conscience, you can make even more!

As a corporate slave, never be a servant!

As for love? Even dogs don't talk about that stuff!

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What is my 1000-year-old monster self to do when I’ve failed my immortal ascension? Time travel — accidentally — and wind up back in my 9-year-old body, needing to re-cultivate, of course. But after that? Get REVENGE! Muahahahaha! But the idiot who killed me — also accidentally — was the main character of the dumb harem Xianxia I transmigrated into. But wait. Wasn’t he only 7 or 8 at this point in time? Well, since I can’t harm a child or the main character without suffering in some way, then I’ll just have to raise him better, faster, stronger, and loyal! Muahahahaha!