Yin-Yang Harmony System - Chapter 242

Lin Wanwan is a pitiful mentally-disabled girl. Not only does she suffer abuse from her stepmother, her stepmother even attempts to use her as a sexual commodity to pleasure others. Eventually, the poor Wanwan dies from an overdose…

Faye Townsend went from Anchester's most beautiful socialite to Anchester's number one abandoned woman in just one day.On the morning of her scheduled abortion, Hunter Warren's lawyer delivered the divorce agreement.“Miss Townsend, Mr. Warren's intention is to sign this and you can save the declining Townsend Family. The condition is that you and he must sever all ties cleanly.”Faye signed her name without hesitation and smiled lightly, “Go back and tell your Mr. Warren, thank you for his generosity.”She loved him for eight years, and he despised her for eight years.Thus, her one-sided love affair finally came to an end.That day, headlines across the city announced Hunter Warren's grand wedding with his beloved Zenia Yates.The photograph of the two gazing deeply into each other's eyes was a stab in Faye's heart.She still remembered how Zenia once held her hand during their university days, asking, “Isla, is Hunter Warren's family really that powerful?”“Yes, very powerful.”Zenia smiled enviously, “Being engaged to a man like that, you must be over the moon.”It only took one night for Faye to go from Anchester's number one abandoned woman to its number one socialite.Rumors spread about Mr. Warren's ex-wife jumping into the bed of his archrival, Oliver Turner.Eight months later, she prematurely gave birth to a baby boy in a private hospital.After six years of studying abroad, she returned with her son.At the airport, she unexpectedly ran into her ex-husband. She passed by him with her child, ignoring him.Hunter squinted slightly, turning his head to watch.Only to hear the child, who looked about seventy percent similar to him as a child, disdainfully say in his childish voice, “Isla, so that's your ex-husband? Your taste was really terrible back then.”“Yes, I was blind back then. After all, who hasn't stepped in something unpleasant in the past? Stop nagging, your dad is waiting for us.”When they met again, he cornered her in the hospital hallway.“Regarding that child, don't you think you owe me an explanation?”She really liked that song lyric.We have to owe each other, otherwise, what is there to look back on?We have to owe each other, we must have lingering ties.Those who enjoy this story, please add it to your collection, kisses~New story recommendation:South Town's Five Young Masters, third releaseSweet Marriage, Mr. Quan Dominates His Wife http://novel.hongxiu.com/a/1315957/ Bookmarking for collection, collection, collection underway~South Town's Five Young Masters features Quan Nan Zhao, the most domineering and decisive, who remains single at thirty-two while his heart constantly thinks of a woman.On the day South Town University South Campus was established, he saw those long-missed eyes among the faculty, and also smelled the familiar scent on her…(This story is a sweet, romantic comedy, non-reconciling story, if you like it, bookmark it first~)

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

Shi Yu, an Archaeologist and Mythologist, crossed into a foreign world where Noble Beasts were the mainstream.