Transmigrated as the Tortured Female Lead's Daughter - Chapter 541

“This guy, how heavy is his taste, he’s still able to eat?” Waking up, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, explosive hair, tattoos, and a demon-like face. Look at her for more than a second and you’ll have spicy eyes (your eyes will bleed-aka she looks really ugly).

Before her rebirth, she was in love with someone else, bent on escaping, and after having relations with him, hates him deep to his bones.

After her rebirth, she looked at the beauty on the bed, seriously thinking, the one who left his shadow in the past, seemingly should be him?

In her past life, her mind was muddled. She tried to get rid of the outstandingly beautiful husband that she didn’t want, was victimized by slag men and cheap women, and her most trusted friend brainwashed her. In the end, she found people rebelling and friends deserting (isolated and alone).

In this lifetime, all of the evil people scheming and longing for her divorce should yield. Sorry but this young miss’s IQ is on the line!

- Description from novelupdates

Two years after graduation, Lin Yang had no car, no house, and no savings.Originally planning to slack off for the rest of his life, Lin Yang, after a failed blind date, activated the Golden Finger during a fishing session.Catching different aquatic species not only directly earned him money, but also unlocked special items (buffs, fishing gear, bait...), while also increasing his own experience and points.【Fishing Level Lv1: Novice】【Level Experience: 1/100】【Total Points: 1】(Points can be used to exchange for special items).....With the help of the Golden Finger Illustrated Handbook, Lin Yang not only made a fortune but gradually became the top fishing master and the hottest outdoor live streamer!Viewers in the live streaming room, “There's no fish Master Lin can't catch, not even a shark.”A certain fishing master, “Master Lin is the true fishing master, and from today onwards, he is my master.”

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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"Your bed is cold," spoke a voice in the room that had her eyes go wide in fear. Nervously, she turned around, gulping softly to see a shadow on her bed as if someone laid down there. The man who had been lying down sat up emerging out from the shadows where he had been waiting for her.