Growing Fond of You, Mr Nian - Chapter 1882 - From Now On, All Her Money Would Belong to Our Little Family

Reincarnated as the eldest son of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, the biological father of Emperor Jianwen, and the elder brother of Ming Chengzu Zhu Di.

See how Yiwen Prince Zhu Biao, who was fleeting like a meteor in history, survived the turbulent Hongwu years and built a new Ming Dynasty!

(No system, no plug-ins, no IQ crushing, no cross-age technology tree)

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Fein Rizal was an aspiring doctor who was accidentally transported to a world dominated by Supernatural Beings and people with unusual abilities. Because of the unfortunate circumstances of the body's original owner, he was caught up in a mysterious incident in which his group of friends committed suicide. As the sole survivor, he was now being pursued by the perpetrator, who wished to silence him. Fortunately, he has the ability to level up his talent in everything, which may be the only way for him to survive in this insane world.

A former sporting rifle shooter genius transforms into the ‘Juvenile Butcher’. While originally supposed to have received the death penalty, he was instead fortunate enough to have entered a secret and highly regarded armed force, throwing himself into the ‘Nirvana Project’.

After a period of 10 years, he now has time to freely recover. Having trained until he had excellent military and martial skill, he sweeps through various military districts and returns back to his hometown. Under the monitoring of a beautiful female cop, he re-establishes his family’s bodyguard service, protecting beauties and moving unhindered, his achievements causing the fame of his outstanding, god-level bodyguard service to resound across the world!

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The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.