The Lucky Star Blessing the Whole Village - Chapter 58 - : Xiao’s Dad and Xiao’s Mom’s Love Story (Fourth More) (Happy New Year’s Eve)

“Some Western workers think they live well, this is not the conscience of the capitalists! It’s just because the Soviet Union still exists!” Yuri Yefimovich Serov.

This book needs to be read in conjunction with my Soviet Union, it is a sequel…

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After time-traveling, Su Yunjin thought she had married a lame brutish fellow. As it turned out, not only could the hunter husband do business and hold office, but his leg wasn't lame either.“Wife, take a seat, I'll make the money.”“And what about me?” Su Yunjin raised an eyebrow.The man chuckled lowly and pulled out two cute little buns next to him. On each side, the adorable buns clung to Su Yunjin's thighs, “Mommy, we want a little sister!”

Once she crossed through, she actually became the disfavored third WangFei?

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.