Sweet Wife in My Arms - Chapter 26: The Maid’s Master Was Unhappy

Xin Yan was betrayed in her past life, brutally killed by her boyfriend and her best friend.But she didn't expect to get reincarnated.“In this life, I will plot my revenge against those who have harmed I and my family,” Xin Yan vowed.“Darling, don't you need me to help,” a coquettish male lead asked.Xin Yan felt her scalp tingle as she gritted her teeth.“Fine,” it wasn't bad to have someone take revenge on her behalf, was it?Have questions?

Reincarnated into Zaun and arriving right on the timeline where Vander is dead and Silco takes control—Logan doesn’t panic. He’s a transmigrator, and he came with a cheat ability.The problem is… the cheat is weird.When Logan opens his status panel, he realizes it doesn’t look like a normal power system at all. It looks like a game—complete with objectives, “routes,” and rewards that feel uncomfortably personal.Logan can handle monsters, gangs, and a city tearing itself apart.But figuring out why his new life is being treated like a dating sim?That might be the most dangerous part of all.

This entire story is fictional. All regions, countries, and cities described within are imaginary!!!!![ torrential rain, floods, blizzards, extreme cold, extreme heat, pollution, insect plagues, acid rain, endless night, earthquakes... ]On April 1st, a natural disaster struck Azure. A massive torrential rainstorm swept across the globe, followed by earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, rising sea levels... one disaster after another.Evelyn Ford is reborn before the disaster strikes. In this life, she frantically hoards supplies just to survive.[ No special abilities, no zombies, pure natural disaster survival, no bleeding hearts. ]Male Lead: The ultimate support + a deadly weaponFemale Lead: Spatial storage + an ordinary person[ apocalypse, survival, hoarding, base building, farming, gourmet food, animal husbandry... ]

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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