Rebirth to the Eighties to Get Rich - Chapter 29: This Mountain is Mine!

On the first day of their divorce, he said, “She'll be back before midnight.”The second day, “She'll be back in three days. It's just one of her stunt to make me mad”.The third day, “She cannot do without me so she'll be back in seven days.”On the seventh day, “She'll definitely come back within two weeks.”After a whole month... “Boss she's really doing it, she's kissed a stranger at the gala.”“Catch her and bring her home.”In her past life she was the good and enduring wife, in this life she became his little devious sin. A pain in the ass and his little ass kicker.“No one dared treat Mr Hamilton the way she did, do you think he would forgive her?”Harlow Blackwood was accused and wrongfully killed in her past life by her family and husbands family. But fate had other plans for her.When she returned, Harlow swore to take revenge on the people who killed her children and ended her life. But there was something else in this life. The husband who joined her enemies to attack her in her previous life turned out to dot on her more than ever before.In her past life Harlow was a mighty cook and would prepare food for the entire family, she turned into their slave to please them, yet no one liked her.But in this life...“I am useless hubby, I can't cook, clean, have kids or take care of you...Her hubby smiled. “None of those matters. I can cook, clean, take good care of you, and most importantly, give you children. How many are you willing to have?”In her current life, her husband has a huge secret too, what could that be?

In a World where power is everything, Gojo finds himself reincarnated into the Naruto universe, armed with a unique System known as the Konoha Prosperity System. With each investment he makes in the growth and prosperity of the Hidden Leaf Village, Gojo becomes stronger, how Strong and Influenceable will he become?

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.