Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space - Chapter 1862 - 1856: Yuran’s Father

Yan Hua loses her memory in an accident. Later, she is pregnant with someone else’s child. After kicked out of her husband’s house, Yan Hua is about to perform the story of an inspiring mother raising her child. Unexpectedly, the baby is regarded as a real treasure and, thus a bunch of people are rushing to acknowledge as the baby’s relatives. Therefore, Yan Hua is drawn into the whirlpool of disputes inside a noble family with ambitious aunt and unproved mysterious brother-in-law… Who is the father of her child? Who is she? Facing all these issues, what is her choice?

This novel is also known as The World Is A Wasteland: I Obtained A Top Tier Shelter

The meteorite destroyed the world, and the global people traveled to the wasteland world!

The monstrous flood, the ice age, the advent of alien beasts, the plant plague…

Under the random disaster once every seven days, if you want to survive, you must build a higher-level shelter!

Lin Yue awakened the 100% treasure chest system, and since then he has opened up a completely different style of painting from others.

Others: “The explosion rate of the treasure chest is too low? I still haven’t killed fifty mutant creatures!”

Lin Yue: “There are too many boxes and there is no room in the inventory. Do I have to upgrade the shelter to build a warehouse? Oh, it’s so annoying.”

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Lin Zhao, transmigrated as the framed son of Zhongliang and was sent by the emperor to a dilapidated temple.

‘Bind the temple management app and become an abbot!’

Clean up the broken futon and turn back to a pilgrim at the foot of the mountain.

Ding dong! Mission accomplished.

Get the bonus: watery Chinese cabbage x1.

Abducted pilgrim: The old man in the family has been sick all the time. When I went to the temple, the abbot gave me a cabbage with water and spirit. After eating it, my old mans health was healed!

Other listeners: What!? That broken temple is so spiritual, let’s go!

Lin Zhao: Don’t crowd, don’t crowd! The Palace of Heavenly Kings will be crushed!

——The emperor who has not yet consolidated his power sent a secret letter:

Aiqing, your life is going well, but I have a headache!

Recently, there have been found few illegitimate children, which is very troublesome.

I have arranged for someone to come to you, I hope you can share my worries for me!

Lin Zhao: …… Shave the prince’s head, it’s not tiring to say it directly.

1. There are magical tables, magical seeds, and magical fertilizers

2. There are many short stories in the unit

3. There will be a bridge to develop the surrounding economy in the back

4. The protagonist is an honest monk on the surface, and secretly attracts talents and transfers funds for the emperor.

5. The work is inspired by a game. (Because it involves propaganda, I can’t say the specific name)

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Beauty they say is in the eyes of the beholder.Everybody desires beauty and love it.What if it becomes a curse.Bellarosa（Beautiful rose）Romano is the daughter of the cook of the powerful mafia Vincenti family.She has been cared for and looked after since young by the Vincenti family when their eldest son and Don of the family decides to take up her and her mother's responsibility.Bella has always been scared of the Don who criticises her at every mistake she makes.Don Raffaele Vincenti is a man with IED intermittent explosise disoder.An incident of the past led to this disorder of his and only few can calm him down.Raffeale finds himself in a lustful obsession for the little woman who is in his care and with every growing day he desires her like a drug,oxygen and breathe.Bella is terrified by his madnessWill she be willing to help him.Secrets get unveiled on the way～～～～～Groaning he takes her hand and places it on his buldge his eyes clouded with desire and lust.''Please Bella,Touch me''Raffaele growls out gasps escaping his lips while tears fall out of Bella's eyes as she tries to retrieve her hand from his grip.