Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband - Chapter 1483: Who is Horion Jones?

“Young man… if you could go back in time, what period would you like to be in?”

In the Sacred Lust Continent, where hundreds of Power Clans flourish – each boasting their unique Sacred Powers – lies the Starlight Family from Southern Lust.

Within this clan, Han Li was born without a Starlight spark in his soul; nobody cared for him except his Mother, Yue Li. Only she had been his constant.

Nothing seemed special about him.

But destiny had a different plan for him. On the day of his 18th birthday, everything about him changes as he unexpectedly acquires the Demonic Lust Sutra...

But his life didn't change due to the Sutra, but something entirely different—he saw something nobody had, nobody should.

Moreover, his mom has a cheat much more potent than his?!

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There are only two destined outcomes for an illegitimate child of the Meng family.

One is to be useful and then being used to death. The other is to be exploited for being a useless person.

After being reborn, Meng Ting chooses the second option without the slightest hesitation.

As a result, he’s being married off.

“Oh.” =.=

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This is a story of a beautiful young man who wants to become a degenerate after coming back to life from death, but is rejected by his upstanding husband in various ways.

This is a story of saving others, and being saved by others in return.

You are my beloved, and I am the light of your life.

Meng Ting: “Nonsense…”

Yan Sui: “Everything my wife says is correct.”

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.