Hunting for Love for 101 Times - Chapter 313 - He was her key

In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince.The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he’d be “snapped”…Since I couldn’t rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France!First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years.Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power.Next, confiscate the Church’s abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger.Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France!That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island.That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn’t accomplish, I will achieve!!!

Jun Meilin, once the country's most envied socialite was embarrassed on national television by her husband. When he came home after a five year expedition in space, he was holding the hand of her widowed friend and a child.When they got home, her served her with divorce papers because he wanted his mistress and son to have a proper identity. As if the humiliation was not enough he used the life saving favor she owed him to stop her from announcing the divorce and insisted she stay with him for two years while he stabilized his career and enjoyed life with his mistress and bastard son.She could not believe the tragedy that had befallen her life. When she was falling apart, she woke up in a hospital, with a system that said, “Pamper the green tea man Mo Jingze and return to the pinnacle of your beauty and life or die.”Mo Jingze was her brother-in-law, a man she would never got involved with normally. For one, he was five years younger than her and two he was her ex husband's half younger brother. But every time her ex husband wanted to use her for something, Mo Jingze appeared in front of her, he would bat his eyes and seductively call her name. Like a bewitched woman, she would forget the ex in a heartbeat and reach out to him.For the green tea man, she slapped her ex husband, slapped the mistress, took back the company and eventually returned home and reunited with her family.Soon, Mei-Mei, could not remember her ex husbands name, she was too busy pampering the green tea brother-in-law who demanded for kisses everyday.But the green tea was only a green tea around her. Around other people, he was as poisonous as a viper!This book is participating in WSA 2025, please support me in any way you can.Excerpt.Jun Meilin walked into the living room, the first thing she saw was her ex punching her new assistant Mo Jingze on the cheek. Mo Jingze raised his beautiful eyes and called for her weakly.“Mei-Mei, it hurts.”As if she was possessed, Mei-Mei ripped her ex husband away from Mo Jingzhe and touched his face. The handsome face had a red mark which made her blood boil. She whirled around and kicked her ex away, giving him twice the pain he had given Jingzhe.“Mo Liang, how dare you touch my Aze! You are courting death.”“He...”Mo Lian started a defense but Mo Jingzhe moaned at that exact moment as if he was in great pain.Mei-Mei immediately helped Jingzhe up, screaming for someone to call a doctor. She did not see him sticking his tongue out at Mo Liang and smirking.When they were alone, he leaned against her and said softly, “Mei-Mei, kiss it better.”

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?