Swordsmeister of Rome - Chapter 139: Migration

An ordinary office worker, bound by routine and indifferent to fantasy, finds an unexpected spark in his vibrant senior colleague. Their quiet connection grows through late-night conversations and shared meals—until a sudden accident turns a mundane life into something else entirely. In the stillness that follows, a new story begins.---Disclaimer:English is not my first language, so please forgive any grammatical or spelling mistakes.

In her previous life, Yvonne Taylor died with hatred. Her stepsister burned her face with sulfuric acid, and her father was brutally murdered by her stepmother. Even Zachary Leinster, her father's best friend and the man who loved her the most, died trying to save her.Yvonne is miraculously reborn and begins her revenge.When she comes back, she is no longer the playful girl everyone knew. In order to take revenge, she applies for a prestigious school, majors in business, caters for her stepmother, and even... marries Zachary Leinster, her father's business competitor and ten years her senior.

When Gu Qingchen opened her eyes again, she was reborn back to when she was sixteen and gained the ability to read minds.

Once again facing those who pushed her to the brink, those who had harmed her, she smirked.

This time, just watch how she lived a colorful life this time around!

Why did that physically weak yet wicked and intelligent Mr. Rong, a man who was immobile yet could strategize like a master tactician kept looking for trouble with her?

How did a great foe become a great ally?

“Mr. Rong, is it alright to do the Rong family in like this?”

“If they dare to have ideas against my wife, then they better be ready for me working against them.”

“Don’t forget. You are also a member of the Rong family.”

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…