MTL - The Gate of Extinction - Chapter 408 As expected

[The charming woman in the world who only wants to make money and start a career VS the super rich boss with a strong desire to control]

[Double birth, sweet pet article]

Lu Hanyao is cool and low-key, the most noble man in the capital.

At the age of 25, he fell in love with a girl who was ascetic as he was.

The girl is young and immature, weak and harmless, a delicate flower that will cry when touched.

He took the girl to his side, guarded him day and night, pampered her meticulously, finally waited for the girl to grow up, and prepared to marry someone into the door. The girl who had always been well-behaved and docile unexpectedly ran away before getting married.

After resurrecting his life, the first thing he did was to make the girl a legitimate Mrs. Lu.

…

In her previous life, Su Zhi was a canary raised by Lu Hanyao.

Lu Hanyao gave her the deepest love, the best life, and the most expensive gems, but he did not give her freedom and status.

Reborn at the age of 16, she decided to draw a line with the dog man.

Su Zhi: “Men will only affect my money and career.”

Lu Hanyao: “My surname is Shimingye, and I am super rich.”

Su Zhi:? ? ?

Lu Hanyao: “Welcome to do it.”

The friend reminded Lu Hanyao overtly and secretly, “Su Zhi’s being with you is just for your money.”

With a cigarette between his fingers, Lu Hanyao smiled triumphantly: “There are so many rich people, but she only covets my money, and it’s not because she likes me.”

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The gods visit my shop. I travel across countless worlds with them. But then… “This is my sword, the Heavenly Tyrant Blade.” “This is the Ruyi Jingu Bang.” “This is the lightning spear I once wielded.” Their payments are… peculiar.

A man is stabbed by a robber on the run after pushing his coworker and his coworker’s new fiance out of the way. As he lays dying, bleeding on the ground, he hears a voice. This voice is strange and interprets his dying regret of being a virgin by giving him the [Great Sage] unique skill! Is he being made fun of ?!

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.