How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself? - Chapter 416 - 191: The Agent Whose Defenses Were Broken by Ouyang Nana_3

“Do you think sleeping with you once isn't enough after what you did to make me famous? Would you do it a second time?”Li Qingshen remained silent.Ling Momo pouted before biting her finger. “Ten times?” She asked.Li Qingshen still remained silent.Ling Momo tugged at her own hair. She clenched her jaw. “Twenty times?”Li Qingshen turned around to leave.Ling Momo was frantic. She stomped her feet. “Is twenty times still too little? You can't possibly want a hundred times.”Li Qingshen smiled. “That'll do...”

Li Yu transmigrated to a world of the cultivation and martial arts. He became the head disciple of a low-ranking sect.

I was nothing—just a broke delivery guy sleeping in a parking garage.My girlfriend dumped me. My boss fired me. My so-called friends laughed as I begged for scraps.Then, the Wealth Domination System awakened.[System Activated: Task—Crush Your Rival. Reward: $10,000. Unlock Bonus: VIP Investment Access.]From petty change to penthouses… from street rat to CEO… I began my ruthless climb.Now, the girl who left me wants back. The billionaire who mocked me begs for partnership. And every deal I touch turns to gold.But wealth has its price—and so does revenge.I won’t stop until I own everything they denied me.This is my rise. This is domination.

Xu Shiyan was reborn back to forty years ago, the second day of his wedding.

Shui Lingling’s daughter-in-law has just entered the house, and everything is off to the best start.

Farming, hunting, going to the mountains to dig a big ginseng, life in the 1970s was actually quite good.

I didn’t have much skill in my previous life, and I don’t have any grand wishes in this life. I just want to live a good life with my daughter-in-law and cultivate my daughter into a talent.

The eldest daughter likes to write, so let her take the Chinese department of a key university.

The second daughter likes to sing and dance, and the art school is good.

As for that bastard son, the prodigal son, he didn’t have a chance to stuff it back into his mother’s belly in his previous life, so he just wanted to be born in this life.

But why are some things different?

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