Dictator From Outer Space - Chapter 103: Something is Wrong

[1V1 Shuangjie + female strong sweetness + wearing books + younger years + group pet + career]

Lan Shu traveled to a novel of real and fake daughters in the 1980s, and became the fat and stupid real daughter in the fake daughter’s control group. At the very beginning, she was asked to divorce by the scumbag.

Divorce is okay, she settled the bills, dumped the scumbag in anger, and went back to the village to lose weight, become beautiful, and become a group favorite.

Big brother: Don’t be sad, little sister, brother picked you a new husband.

Second brother: Although this kid has lost his memory, he has a great figure and a superb appearance.

Third brother: As long as the younger sister likes it, the family will spend money to raise it for you.

While raising a simple little milk dog, she started a business and made a fortune.

Unexpectedly, once the well-behaved little milk dog regained its memory and turned into a little wolf dog, it turned out to be the young master from Kyoto!

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The fake daughter thought that the real daughter who grew up in the countryside was just a rustic, ignorant and divorced village woman.

Unexpectedly, the real daughter she saw with her own eyes was actually a fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged, rich and powerful female president!

Even the young master of the Gu family, whom she can’t reach, is one of the suitors of the real daughter!

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The green tea lovers who admire her little milk dog: Brother is so good, what else are you dissatisfied with?

Lan Shu: Brother is so good, he was also trained by sister~!

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Rich and handsome little wolf dog VS commercial all-round face-controlling female boss

- Description from novelbuddy

Reborn in the early 1980s, what Lin Xia wished to do was to be “idle” to the extreme, and so wealthy that it dripped off of her...Having another chance at life, all she wanted was for her brother to live a long life of a hundred years, her younger brother to attend university, and to set up a small business for her sister;Yet, why were two highly eligible men taking turns to express their feelings for her?

Gu Nianshen had thought all along that he was raped by an older lady five years ago when he got really drunk at a nightclub. When he met a child who resembled him and Lin Yiqian, he carried the child in his arms.

“Where is your Mommy?” He asked. Calmly, the child pointed a finger at the screen of his phone.

“There. She’s performing at a concert.” Coincidentally, the screen was displaying how a wealthy fan gifted the female singer on stage with 999 roses.

Gu Nianshen’s facial expression turned spiteful as he gave his secretary an order. “Give Lin Yiqian a call. Tell her that her son has been kidnapped. She will have to turn herself in to get him in return.”

“Bad guy…” Before the child could finish uttering his sentence, his biological father had placed a hand over his mouth. “You are being kidnapped!” Gu Nianshen fumed.

- Description from Novelupdates

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.