Second World Novel - Chapter 817. New Coalition

Bei Qingqing was left to fend for herself over eighteen years before the rich Bei Family finally took her back. She found that her identity as a daughter had been replaced by the ‘naive and adorable’ Bei Bei, who was kept in her family.

Affection grows with proximity, and that certainly applied for them — there was just no comparing the affection the Bei Family had towards Bei Bei, to the affection of their biological daughter. They had spoiled Bei Bei for eighteen years.

Using Bei Qingqing’s adopted mother’s illness as leverage, the Bei Family forced Bei Qingqing to substitute Bei Bei’s marriage to a comatose man, Chen Jiazhi.

It seems that Bei Bei was now all that mattered to them.

Even so, Bei Qingqing married Chen Jiazhi, who had been comatose for years and said to have no chance of waking up. By doing so, she earned her two-million-yuan dowry for her adopted mother’s hospital bills.

Though Bei Qingqing believed that she would be widowed for life, she didn’t expect an accidental kiss on their first night to wake Chen Jiazhi!

Everyone in the entire Chen Family — from grandparents to uncles — are now indebted to Bei Qingqing. They all spoiled her, especially her now-awake husband Chen Jiazhi. Naturally, the Chen Family also took care of her adopted mother by providing her with better treatment!

Bei Bei was left red-eyed in fury! She was supposed to be Chen Jiazhi’s fiancee. His enormous wealth and affection were rightfully hers!

Moreover, Bei Qingqing had health problems and couldn’t get pregnant. Bei Bei will do her best and scheme to replace Bei Qingqing!

Unexpectedly, however, Bei Qingqing was having morning sickness just two months after marrying despite rumors of her infertility!

As for the Bei family that abandoned her? They were declining at a visible rate, and soon wouldn’t even deserve to lick Bei Qingqing’s shoes!

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

Betrayed by her boyfriend, Luo Yaoyao got herself drunk in a nightclub and mistook Yu Aotian, the powerful leader of Imperial Dragon Society in Japan, for a waiter.

She was brought to a room by him, but when he was going to force her, he saw a scar on her shoulder…It reminded him of a little girl in his old days…

After graduated, Luo Yaoyao returned to China and became an elevator lady in Bosch Group. However, she didn’t know the company was purchased by Yu Aotian.

The other day, she met him in the elevator and he recognized her…

He asked others to turn the camera off and kissed her although she kept screaming and struggling. At this moment, his phone rang and he had to let her go.

But they both knew it was not the ending…What would he do to her? And what happened in their past?

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!