Sweet For You, Ruthless For Others - Chapter 21: The Grands Of Dollar.

A Pill Emperor of his generation was set up by a traitor.

Since then, the world lost a Qingyun Zi and gained an invincible silkpants.

Once again, walking the Great Dao of Alchemy.

How can I defy the heavens . . . with the medicine in my hands!

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By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife.I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on.At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly.(A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)

Sophisticated and abstinent domineering CEO + world-class beauty + pure love + flash marriage + secret crush + marriage first, love later + sweet pamperingIn the third year of being with Isaac Sutton, Clara Sterling finally realized he had been pretending to be poor to manipulate her feelings.She thought he was such a poor student that he couldn't afford to eat.Yet he spent 300,000 casually on a bag for another woman.She heard Isaac Sutton say, “She's from a single-parent family and has been missing a father's love since childhood. I'm just doing it to amuse her. Could I really marry her home?”When her mother was diagnosed with stomach cancer, Clara Sterling asked Isaac Sutton for money, but he was still crying poor.She turned around and married the aloof and abstinent Crown Prince.Later, Isaac Sutton drank so much he got gastric bleeding, and called begging to reunite.Silas Sheffield’s voice was cold, “She's asleep. Whatever you have to say, say it to me.”Clara Sterling initially thought she and Silas Sheffield were just in a mutually beneficial agreement.Later, she discovered that Silas Sheffield had secretly loved her for many years.

【Brain battles + leveling up + girls chasing + mild suspenseful reasoning. 】

“I can read minds and I understand psychology.

I can identify everything and even predict my own death.

However, if no girl confesses to me every 30 days, I will die.

The good news is, I've successfully picked up many girls.

The bad news is, the girls who can't have me are starting to go to extremes.

If anyone sees this message, please call an ambu——#$%^&*(……”

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