MTL - Power and Wealth - Chapter 2023 [Processed! 】

Jiang Mian initially became famous in the entertainment circle with just one photo, in which the woman looked stunningly beautiful and unforgettable with a lazy, indulgent smile directed at the camera.Despite her beauty that captivated everyone, her acting skills were criticized, and the internet labeled her a “vase beauty.” Yet she didn’t care at all, “Is it my fault for being too beautiful?”#MyBeautySealsMyActingSkills#Since Jiang Mian entered the circle, she had been showered with endless resources, becoming so arrogant it made others jealous.Even her manager couldn't stand it anymore, “I say, ancestor, should I send you for a makeover, get you cleaned up?”Jiang Mian: “I don't want to.”Later, everyone unexpectedly saw Jiang Mian on the most popular variety show, and the internet sneered and questioned it.What shocked her was encountering her “missing husband.”During the recording: “Jiang Mian, you're 30 seconds late, you're penalized!”In private: “Wife, I was wrong, I'll kneel as punishment!”Latter, Jiang Mian gained countless fans from this show.North City's new CEO of Fu’s, Fu Sichen, had a sharp eye and acted decisively, creating a sensation in the entire financial sector as soon as he took office.One day, at an event, when Jiang Mian was asked about her ideal type, she didn't hesitate and said, “Definitely has to be manly! And if he has a sexy wheatish complexion, it would really hit the spot for me.”Fu Sichen: ?? Where did the wheatish complexion come from?After the event, Jiang Mian gave the man at home a fright, “Fu Sichen, you... why did you tan?”The man hung his head and looked at the woman in his arms, “I wanted to hit the spot in your heart.”—I love you, no turning back.

Three years ago, she was cruelly abandoned by the man she loved deeply, leaving her to walk down the aisle alone while heavily pregnant. Three years later, she reappears transformed, stunningly beautiful, and says with a smile, “Husband? I don't need a husband.” The man behind her narrows his eyes, his thin lips turning into cold blades, “Qin Yan, try saying that again?”

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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