Triple Blessings: Mr. Fu’s Passionate Pursuit - Chapter 557 - 553: Obsessed with Your Beauty

She is the wife completely ignored by him, yet also the woman he most cherishes. Ultimately, she forces her husband to divorce her by taking on the identity of a lover!She steals vital information and, carrying this man's premium seed, successfully makes her getaway!Six years later, father and son have their first online confrontation. The little bean successfully infiltrates the man's system and sighs at her, “Mom, this person is so dumb. Is he really my dad?”Mu Yiliang pats her son's head and says reassuringly, “He was so terribly fooled by me back then, which shows his IQ is very low. Luckily, you inherited mine!”Unbeknownst to them, the man on the other end of the computer has already listened to the conversation between mother and son. He sneers coldly, “Very low IQ? Mu Yiliang, let's see where you're going to run this time!”

Travel to the world of pirates and become Belmer’s adopted son! Nami and Nokigo’s older brother! Liu Ye, has been planting oranges for five years!

One day, Liu Ye, who suddenly realized that he couldn’t go on like this, with the mentality of trying, meditated in his heart: “System?”

“I’m here.” A cute voice like classmate Xiao Ai rang.

Awaken the strongest clone system! Every time you level up, you can get a clone!

Absolute loyalty, not afraid of death, and able to upgrade through battles, improve attributes, and even directly buy various exaggerated magical abilities!

“To tell you the truth, the naval headquarters, the sea emperor of the new world, the master of the underground world, and even the top leaders of the cp0 and the revolutionary army, have my people.”

Before the war in Wano, Liu Yejin took Nami’s hand mysteriously, and said to Nami, “Don’t be afraid, no one dares to touch you with your brother’s backing.”

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“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”