Urban Most Awesome Dad - Chapter 26

I don’t know how to write an introduction. The few times I wrote it before, the more I wrote it, the more ugly it became. Let’s keep it simple:

This is a Marvel fan novel, with a little added Hong Kong manga elements, if you haven’t read Hong Kong manga, it won’t affect the reading experience.

- Description from novelbuddy

A lonely soul, which was placed under the care of the Lord Protector’s Manor, ended up having her lover stolen by the family’s eldest daughter and dying tragically the day before her wedding.

Somehow, she was reborn in the family as their 14-year-old first wife’s daughter, Ning Xueyan, with a startlingly familiar face.

Step by step, she will ruthlessly scheme to seek revenge as well as uncover the mystery of her tragic death.

Her former fiancee, the flirty crown prince and the bloodthirsty prince, will now bear witness to a vengeful Ning Xueyan becoming the peerless lady of her generation…

Zhao Chuchu was reborn and returned to the apocalypse. As soon as the space was full of supplies, he was thrown to death by a high-altitude projectile and dressed as a small village woman from an unknown dynasty.

At the beginning, kill the reborn natives, pacify the plague, and complete the miracle doctor achievement in one fell swoop.

The best jumping, the fist is the last word, the abuse is so bad that the scumbags cry father and mother begging for mercy.

High-yield rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes… all come from her, and the more money she earns.

Everyone is looking forward to her reconciliation with Xiao Xiucai, and hope, hope, hope, the baby is born, Xiao Xiucai is the champion, and all the way to become the first assistant.

Everyone was waiting to see when Lord Shoufu divorced his wicked wife.

[1v1, Shuangjie, sweet pet without abuse]

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- Description from novelbuddy

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…