Tempest of the Stellar War - Chapter 1422: All Ready!

Yi Feng, who was terminally ill, was reborn in the year 2000. In that year, his childhood sweetheart and school beauty Gu Muxi turned 18.“Yi Feng, lend me a pen!”“…Didn’t you just borrow one yesterday?”“Yesterday was yesterday, today is today, things change, don’t you understand?”“…I’m convinced, alright, here you go.”“Yi Feng, tear off a piece of paper for me to use!”“…Why tear mine? Don’t you have any?”“I do, but I don’t mind tearing yours.”“…You really have a way of thinking! Fine, fine, here you go.”“Yi Feng…”“…What do you want to borrow now? I don’t have anything left.”“Hmph, lend me your hand for a moment!”“…What for?!”“Nothing much, I just want to hold my boyfriend’s hand.”“Huh???”This is the daily life of a romance between childhood friends, filled with social awkwardness.A story full of sweetness, without any melodrama or heartache.Welcome aboard!~

The cathedral was a stunning sight, adorned with exquisite floral decorations that did nothing but added to it's grandeur.“We are here today,” The priest began, his tone rich and commanding. “To witness the union of Manuel and Yvette in holy matrimony”.“Before we proceed, if there is anyone here who knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace”“I object!”.“ On what grounds do you object, young man?”.This marriage cannot proceed as it would be unlawful. A married woman cannot marry again not when I , her husband is still hale and healthy.Yvette Jasmin, a rising and well-known actress was over the moon about her upcoming wedding.She flew to Paris for her bachelorette party with her friends, however while drunk she haphazardly married an unknown guy who turns out to be her Brother-in-law, the man who had secretly harbored feelings for her for decades. But now entangled, he couldn't help it.Crashing her wedding was another thing, possessively claiming her was another. Whosoever wanted to get to her would have to pass through this wife slave husband.

Liu Ling, an unmarried activist, has been unrestrained all her life. Before her death, a friend asked her if she had an unfulfilled wish, and Liu Ling replied she could not raise a baby.

The friend fell into trouble; this is not easy to do. Not waiting for her friend to speak, Liu Ling said that if she gave birth to a child, the mother would die, and her child would live, so let’s forget it.

Unfortunately, God heard.

After her death, she did not enter the underworld and transmigrated into Song Zhaodi. She also had seven children, all of whom were not her own.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Fiction from the 1980s] Su Wen read a popular novel about son-in-law in the 1980s. The hero is a tough guy with a sense of security, but at the same time he is a bit dark-bellied and sullen.

It was the style she liked, so with a wave of her hand, she rewarded one million reading coins—and then she became the hero’s scumbag ex-wife.

In the book, the original body, as the head of the family who recruits a family at home, does not want to stand up for the family, but is a love brain. Don’t want to have huge golden thighs, but was instigated by the little white flower heroine, and fell in love with the scumbag from the next village.

After Su Wen came through, she hugged the male lead’s golden thigh tightly, and worked hard to make money and become rich. As a result, the younger sisters were too competitive, crying and shouting to recruit a son-in-law at home like the older sister, and they gave birth to a baby with the surname Su.

So, Su Wen started the rhythm of choosing her son-in-law every day, all of them are handsome and talented. One body is better than the other, and the family background is better than the other. It’s so hard to choose!

Someone who was left out aggressively blocked her behind the door: “Am I handsome? Is my figure good? Is my family strong?”

Su Wen: “…But they are my sister-in-law.”

“My whole body is yours. I will give you the passbook, and I will give you my life.”

The next day, Su Wen woke up and looked at more than twenty passbooks, lost in thought…