Sweet Wife Is Busy Farming - Chapter 38

On Halloween, editor-in-chief Fang, who is used to being No. 1, was beaten by a perverted QJ wearing a pumpkin mask.
Consider yourself unlucky, but why is this pumpkin pervert still relying on him?
Black-bellied loyal dog attack VS narcissism and fertilization, brother-in-law X brother-in-law
Hunting for strange directions, pure nonsense, silly sweet and white, in the new year, cool and thunderous is the author.

Content tags: happy friends sweet text

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wang Qi, Fang Shiqing ┃ Supporting roles: Zheng Qiuyang, Yuan Rui, Fang Mingyu, Wang Chao ┃ Others: Nian Shang, attack and transfer

- Description from novelbuddy

Sometimes. You face a choice in your life

“Choose. Between the two of them. Whom will you save, Michael Aroa?”

You look back into your life and wonder how you ended up here

“Michael please!! Save your mother!! Not me. Michael you don’t need to make a choice here!! Michael! I love you! I won’t hate you for your choices!! Please save your mother!!”

You question the path that you took that brought you to this point

“Son. She is your wife! She has your child. It’s not one life over another but two over one. I am already old but she has a long life. You are smart enough to make the right decision, Son, aren’t you?”

Since it hurts, you wish you could stop time and have some time to think

[Activating Ability: Temporal Pause!!]

[Activation failed!! Not enough Energy!!]

You wish to go back into the past and change everything that led you to here

[Activating Ability: Time Reverse!!]

[Activation Failed!! You don’t have the Requirements to use this ability!!]

And then when nothing works as it shouldn’t.

[Are you sure you want to use this ability?]

You make a decision that you had never thought you would

[Activating ability!]

And then... Chaos ensues

[Ability Activated]

[God Power: Time Collapse]

Strong? Handsome? Savage? Badass?It's all about the intelligence quotient, my friend.————PS: Mutation shouldn't be mistaken for enlightenment.

When I was 15-years-old, during the year that I graduated from middle school, my father told me this.