Sublight Drive (Star Wars) - Chapter 19

【Funny + Raising Kids + Group Pet + 1v1 + Both Pure + Female Lead Meets CP Lu Jinghuai After Adulthood】【Funny Little Sun with 800 Schemes Beneath Her Cheerful Exterior x Holy Beauty with a Sinister and Cunning Nature Beneath His Saintly Appearance】Nian Nian found herself transported into a group pet novel, becoming the despised biological daughter of her foster father, who wields immense power. Her birth was steeped in conspiracy, a bloodline tainted by a wicked family.In the original story, due to jealousy over the female lead effortlessly receiving all the affection, she commits a grave mistake, provoking her furious father to expel her from the Ji family. Eventually, she is treacherously plotted against by the male lead and dies a tragic death.Nian Nian thinks: Who says this book is old? The plot is fantastic, with excitement hitting the roof!To survive, she decides to cling to the unpredictable and temperamental father’s thigh. When the female lead arrives, whoever wants to be the Ji family’s eldest daughter can have it; she’s saving up to run away.Little did she expect, this cling turned into a decade-long affair. By the time she wanted to escape, those around her weren’t willing anymore. Under Nian Nian’s influence, the cold-hearted father learns to love, the future male lead who was supposed to have eight children with the female lead becomes indifferent, and even a future major antagonist is willing to be the third wheel, humbly submitting for love.A group of side characters with severe childhood traumas find their body bags (figuratively, their lives) becoming warm and fuzzy.“Mr. Ji, the eldest young lady has been gone for three days.”“Has she admitted her mistake?”“No, she’s been spreading rumors outside that you can poop three tons at once.”Father: “…………”

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.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

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Bags of salt, spices and sugar stacked from inside the shop all the way out into the streets. Merchants loaded with goods going flooded the streets with their carriages.