I'm Very Happy After Marrying the CEO Husband According to the Agreement - Chapter 34: Sister, what are you doing

Every novel has a slag character, the one who decides to abandon the protagonist at his lowest, most helpless point, either because he can’t stand the poor guy’s circumstances or for other reasons. But after the protagonist wins his way in life again, they’re the ones who beg with broken sobs to be taken back.

Still, water once spilled can’t be recovered again.

Yet the unlucky Shen Jiayan has been bound to a Water Recovery* System to do just that.

*water recovery – comes from an idiom that means “spilled water can’t be recovered” (English equivalent: there’s no use crying over spilt milk).

- Description from Novelupdates

If human life could continue to grow stronger indefinitely, reaching infinite heights, then one day it might connect with the heavens!

When he woke up, Xiao Junlin transmigrated into the novel he was reading, but he was not the protagonist, but the male partner’s father, who was still a licking dog.

“I have ruined your reputation for the first time. From today, my son will be relieved of all positions in the group.”

“Ding, the host cuts off the relationship with his son and gets a reward of twenty years younger.”

“Don’t call me uncle, the stinky girl only knows how to use my son. Starting today, you will be demoted and go downstairs to clean the toilet.”

“Ding, the host successfully suppressed the heroine, and obtained god-level investment skills and god-level fighting skills.” Killing the dog, suppressing the heroine, and winning the protagonist’s creation, Xiao Junlin found that he was gradually approaching the peak of his life. …

- Description from novelbuddy

On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.

Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.

But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.

That’s what I thought.

Until I regressed.