I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon - Chapter 465 - Meat Foldover

Once Jiang Hongping was reborn, she immediately gave up her marriage with Qi Heng to her cousin Jiang Shuangling. She married Qi Heng in her last life, but she was driven back within a few days. The second marriage could only be to marry a poor and lame man. To be a stepmother.
The other party’s oil bottle son is the devil! ! !
Jiang Shuangling travels back to the 1970s, what? Let her marry, after weighing the pros and cons, it is better to marry than to stay under the uncle’s house and marry with a younger brother.
Seeing each other for the first time, Jiang Shuangling was shocked.
A handsome young man of twenty-three.
Just to this face, this figure, she can!
Isn’t it just to be a stepmother, go up! ! !
The first meeting of the reorganized family:
Jiang Shuangling, a 29-year-old urban white-collar worker, glanced at the faces of her cheap brother, cheap son, and cheap husband, thinking:
All here are my brothers.
The cheap brother took her hand cautiously and called her affectionately: Sister
The cheap son opened his mouth and hesitated.
Jiang Shuangling said calmly: You can also call me Ajie.
The man next to him darkened: he called you sister, what did you call me? dad?
Jiang Shuangling spread her hands: It’s not impossible.

This article is the heroine who can make her life very cool anytime and anywhere, and the warm little sweet text of daily chicken flying and dog jumping.
Jiang Shuangling x Qi Heng (heng)

Content tags: Travel through time and space Farming text Sweet text Chronological text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Shuangling ┃ Supporting role: Qi Heng ┃ Others: Chronicle
One-sentence introduction: Everyone here is my younger brother.
Purpose: to manage the trivial things in the daily family well, and to live optimistically and positively in the era of struggle.

- Description from novelbuddy

Chen Meilan was reborn, finding herself back in 1988 when she had been abandoned by her nouveau riche ex-husband and was struggling to raise her daughter alone.Her ex-husband had left her with a large courtyard house in the suburbs and a bank balance with four zeros.In her previous life, Chen Meilan’s pride had caused her to lose both of these assets, a decision she later deeply regretted.Yan Zhaocai had just returned from the battlefield, decorated with medals for his valor in the war of self-defense.Yet he voluntarily gave up his honors, transferred back to his hometown, and joined the police force. As soon as he arrived, he received divorce papers from his wife.After reporting to the police station, Yan Zhaocai, with his child in tow, was urgently seeking a place to settle down.Chen Meilan, with her rural household registration, couldn’t legally own the courtyard house given by her ex-husband. She too was in a desperate situation.At this moment, someone brought Yan Zhaocai to meet her.Yan Zhaocai was drawn to the fact that she also had a child. He thought that if he could be accommodating, she wouldn’t mistreat his child.Chen Meilan observed this man in his military uniform, tall and well-built, with a stern face. She remembered that in her previous life, it was his uncompromising integrity at work that had landed the nouveau riche and his mistress in jail after a coal mine collapse.Suddenly, she realized this man was quite a catch. Definitely marriage material!And so, their blissful second marriage began…

"When will people understand.... I'm only half insane?"

To be a good mistress:

Lesson 1: The location does not matter; all that matter is whether he wishes to.

“This is an exchange for money and not a game of love.”

Yet, he is eventually addicted to spoiling her and sending her to cloud nine, giving her whatever she wishes for.

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“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to be the world’s top supermodel.”

As a result, news of the Huo Conglomerate entering the entertainment industry shocks the entire world.

“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to get married at the age of 28.” The man’s gaze deepened as he replied, “That’s too late.”

The little bun behind him secretly hands him a household registration book and declares with a nasal and innocent-sounding voice, “Daddy, I will pay for your nine-dollar marriage registration fee!”