Who Touched My Tail! - Chapter 209

Qiu Tong transmigrated into a storyline about the poor family background of three major villains..

Her father was a financial fraud, and the three children she raised by herself would become super villains in the future. Their family would end up miserable.

Qiu Tong wanted to leave, but the three children were so pitiful. Without her, they would die.

In the end, she decided to change their fate!

After that, Qiu Tong worked hard to earn a lot of money and became the richest person in City A. The three children also went from gloomy little devils to bright little angels. They even referred to her during their interview.

The jaws of the executives dropped when they saw the interview.

“These children look exactly like the President!”

“President, bad news. Your children are looking for a stepfather for their mother!”

Before long, Qiu Tong was brought to the magnificent palace where a handsome man was waiting.

“You want to run away now after stealing my seeds?”

“What do you want then?”

“I want your heart in exchange.”

Qiu Tong: Charming looks and exceptional character. Off-the-charts martial arts skills and a minor expert at money-making.

Eldest Child: Male, genius in chemistry.

Second Child: Male, extreme martial arts skills.

Third Child: Female, their mascot in her little cotton-padded jacket. A highly-intelligent and skilled hacker.

Jin Yang: S Country’s President. Handsome and cold-hearted. He was set up to have a one-night stand with Qiu Tong. He only found out later that she kept the children.

Accidentally, Ye Xiaochen became new generation of Heavenly Farmer (Shen Nong), the treasure in the eyes of deities of three realms.

Ye Zichen was just a normal university student. Or so he thought.

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…