My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser - Chapter 1399: Human eye inside her throat

After transmigrating, Liu Changqing skipped over the dating phase and was thrust straight into fatherhood with a son and a daughter. This left him in a gloomy state. His eldest son is mature and intelligent, while his young daughter, resentful of her parents’ divorce, blames Liu Changqing for everything and treats him with hostility.The original owner of this body was the ultimate “simp.” He grovelled so much that his ex-mother-in-law’s single agreement allowed his ex-wife to take away all the family assets in exchange for custody of their two children.Now, with his factory bankrupt, Liu Changqing is racking his brain over how to raise his son and daughter. This has become his biggest headache.——————————————No reconciliation, no groveling, and firmly grounded values.

The youngest Wiseman of the continent, Chu Tian, has traveled 30,000 years back in time to the age of antiquity due to an accident.

Everyone told Wei Yingluo that her sister had taken her own life. But the mark left on the corpse told a different story. To unearth the truth, she entered the Forbidden City during Emperor Qianlong’s 6th year of reign.

After investigation, she found her sister’s death related to Prince Hongzhou, and became determined to avenge her. The kind Empress Fucha, worried that Yingluo would stray onto the wrong path, took her under her wing. With the help of the Empress, Wei Yingluo grew to be an honest and strong female official in the palace, letting go of her resentment and living her life seriously from then on.

Yet the Empress passed away unfortunately, causing Yingluo to misunderstand Emperor Qianlong. Hostile against each other, could they understand and support each other in the end?

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I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.