Claiming My Possessive CEO Husband - Chapter 192 - : The Soft And Weak Character Must Not Collapse

“Old Tang, you activated speed-related Genetic Base Points. What’s the direction of those Base Points?”

This question caused Tang Ting to have a melancholic expression.

“It’s… Hand speed…” “And the right hand at that!”

Xu Tui slipped onto a daze.

Hand speed and the right hand. This image…

Didn’t the teacher say that it was easier to activate the Base Points of the areas you use the most?

“Old Tang, just what do you use your hands for?”

Sabrina Jewel found out she was pregnant after so many pregnancy tests. The same day, her husband, the powerful President of Jewels Group of Companies in NY city, Robin Jewel, brought another woman home after Sabrina had endured his escapades with ceaseless women and tried to be a good wife.“What? After all the sperm, you could not for once be pregnant. Not even a miscarriage. She did your job for you,” Robin pinned the blame on Sabrina.Sabrina’s world crumbled right before her eyes. She left her family for this idiot but not anymore. His father knew who she was but Robin never took the pain to even research about her throughout their three years of marriage. Since he got another woman pregnant, she was done for good.“I have had enough, Robin. It’s either she leaves or I leave….”

Qin Mei accidentally transmigrated to the 1970s. The original owner of the body was also named Qin Mei. She wasn't in an arranged marriage without choice, but rather coveted Jie Jingchen. Having heard from somewhere that he was going to marry a primary school teacher, she decided to strike first, creating a fait accompli and forcing him to marry her.Her methods were despicable, but they were effective.The original owner was a massive troublemaker; at only eighteen, she had already become a widow, branded as a husband-jinx.The 'Chong Xi' marriage failed, sending the person on their deathbed to their grave, and she was nailed to the village's pillar of shame....She has none of the original owner's memories. As someone from the 21st century, how is she supposed to survive in the 1970s?Fortunately, the original owner found her a husband before she died. She'll cling to his thigh, live off him, curry favor with her parents-in-law, dominate her sisters-in-law, tear apart the “green tea bitches,” help her eldest sister-in-law, kick her brother-in-law, encourage her disabled younger sister-in-law, and ride the spring winds of reform to get rich....“Why isn't Sister-in-law here to take care of you yet?”Jie Jingchen's mouth twitched. He looked at the busy figure by the next sickbed; his wife was taking care of another man.“Are you sure he's your husband?” Jie Jingchen couldn't help but ask.“Are you kidding? Would I mistake my own husband?” Qin Mei glared at him.Not until the man's wife arrived and she was beaten up for being the “other woman,” did Qin Mei become completely bewildered. After taking meticulous care of him for a week, who on earth had she been taking care of?...Under a tree, the neighbors sat together chatting.“So-and-so's daughter-in-law died from drinking pesticide.”“Why drink the pesticide herself? Why not give it to her in-laws? If you're not afraid of dying, why would you be afraid of poisoning their whole family? If it were me, I'd definitely drag their whole family down with me to be buried together. That way, I wouldn't be lonely on the Yellow Springs Road.” Qin Mei couldn't help but chime in.“...” Everyone was speechless.This conversation... made all the in-laws tremble in fear.

“Su Xiaomeng, about that night—”One sentence from Yin Shixiu and her world tilts.He’s her best friend’s thirty-two-year-old uncle, a man whose name opens every door in the city, and the last person she wants to tangle with.“Uncle, look—you weren’t thinking straight and I was blackout drunk. Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”“…Fine.”Three months later he discovers—via an excited niece—that Su Xiaomeng is pregnant.“The moment the baby’s born, you let me leave. No more hounding me!”“…Fine.”He signs the marriage contract she writes herself.“Uncle, I need spicy hot pot at midnight…”“…Fine.”He’s out the door in the snow, gathering ingredients until his fingers turn blue.“Uncle, I’m scared. He’s kicking so hard—it hurts…”“Alright, alright—no more babies after this.”On the eve of delivery, he strokes her back, whispering promises until her breathing steadies.