MTL - Natural Disaster Apocalypse - Chapter 122

Mochizuki Touya, a 15-year-old boy, who got zapped by a flash of lightning due to a freak accident caused by God, wakes up and finds himself face-to-face with God.

Talent? Unnecessary! Wealth? Doesn’t matter! Brain? Eat it!

Even if one was the greatest of gutter trashes with zero redeemable qualities, as long as they had a System, they are bound to reach the pinnacle of life.

Compass Carburettor, a dirt-poor orphan with absolutely zero f**king qualities managed to reach the peak of the business world by the age of 35, all while relying on his Money-Making System like a blinded barnacle.

But at the peak of his life, he was betrayed by his System.

Xia Yangyang receives her 20th birthday present by witnessing her boyfriend and her best friend in bed.

The next moment, she ends up marrying the most eligible and wealthiest bachelor in the city, Gu Qichen.

From then on, she levels up and becomes invincible.

Xia Yangyang’s jerk ex-boyfriend tries to win her back, while her scheming friend plots against her. Mr Gu comes to her rescue and seeks revenge on her behalf.

She has a vicious half-sister and a stepmother who makes things difficult for her. Mr Gu retaliates and teaches them a lesson.

Everyone knows that Mr Gu is ruthless and cold-blooded. But no one has ever seen how he pampers and dotes on his wife…

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To be a good mistress:

Lesson 1: The location does not matter; all that matter is whether he wishes to.

“This is an exchange for money and not a game of love.”

Yet, he is eventually addicted to spoiling her and sending her to cloud nine, giving her whatever she wishes for.

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“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to be the world’s top supermodel.”

As a result, news of the Huo Conglomerate entering the entertainment industry shocks the entire world.

“Young Master Huo, Ms. An said that she wants to get married at the age of 28.” The man’s gaze deepened as he replied, “That’s too late.”

The little bun behind him secretly hands him a household registration book and declares with a nasal and innocent-sounding voice, “Daddy, I will pay for your nine-dollar marriage registration fee!”