MTL - Marvel: Starting From the Dimensional Demon God - Chapter 17

As childhood sweethearts, they were made to engage under the manipulations of their families. It involved having to to live in the same room and sleep together.

One night, she is accidentally made drunk, and in his delirium, he kisses her only to realize he enjoys it. From time to time, he would sneak a kiss on her, but his “crime” is eventually discovered in an accident. After being accused by her, he says with a smile, “You are my wife, why can’t I kiss you?”

The two people’s daily routine is full of bickering and mutual discrediting of each other.

Although he claims to disparage, he actually cares intensely about her. He feels crazily jealous when she is close to other men, to the point of tying her to his side, so that she becomes exclusively his.

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On one spring evening when I was eight years old, I, Erica, Duke of Aurelia’s daughter, realized something.

Shen Roujia, a completely despicable top-level “green tea,” suddenly found herself inside a book on the very day she secured her inheritance rights. However, karma caught up with her. Not only did she have to start over, but she also didn’t become a stunningly beautiful female lead or a charming second female lead. Instead, she became a short-lived, pitiful memory in the male lead’s past, with only one line left in her story!Determined to return to her original life as soon as possible, Shen Roujia pretended to be pitiful and started her long wait for death. But… was her progress bar stuck? Why wasn’t she dying already?!Moreover, what was wrong with this male lead? Instead of focusing on his career, why was he always hanging around her?Male Lead: “To repay your life-saving grace, I will marry you!”Antagonist: “Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.”Prime Minister: “Jiaojiao, have you forgotten our promise?”Shen Roujia was speechless: “…”“You mediocre people better not hinder my grand plan to return home!!”Until one day, the Crown Prince stood by the lake for the Nth time, holding a su*cide note, his eyes naturally reddening as he looked up.“I don’t want to delay you.”Shen Roujia immediately dropped everything she was doing and rushed over in a panic, “No… if you die, at least give me the divorce papers first!”

Transported to a rural family in 1973, where eating required food stamps, dressing needed cloth tickets, stepping out asked for a letter of introduction, doing business was considered speculative profiteering, and securing a job demanded an urban household registration. She, a young girl from the countryside, faced an indifferent mother, a troublesome younger brother, and an elder sister who often had poor ideas. Life had become insufferable.Memories from her past life are mostly forgotten, yet the myriad of objects in her magical storage ring baffles her greatly.