She Only Cares About Cultivation - Chapter 18: 【0】 90s cook 18

She is the rising (new) movie queen of the entertainment circle, who is also Beijing’s Ye Family long-lost Second Young Miss. Everyone knows that the Ye Family Eldest Young Miss is the chairman of Fenghai Group; Ye Family Third Young Master is a Major General of the military area; and yet, Ye family wants the second young miss to come back home, but she is just a flower vase (pretty face) of the entertainment industry.

Sang Qianqian, the eldest daughter of the Sang family, was eighteen when she fell in love with Shen Hanyu at first sight.”I love you, Shen Hanyu.” “But I don’t,” Shen Hanyu replied ruthlessly, his every word determined. “Not now, not ever.”

Furious, the wealthy daughter planned her revenge against Shen Hanyu but somehow discovered that he would eventually become a cold-blooded, tyrannical big-shot who would destroy her family! Her spite towards him skyrocketed, but after she left, he missed Sang Qianqian like crazy, who was now leading a carefree life after moving far away and faking her death. Suddenly, she heard the news that Shen Hanyu, now a magnate and seemingly crazier, had her grave exhumed and was now on the search for her. Alarmed, she quickly packed up her things to go on the run again… only to find the man himself standing outside her door, breathing through gritted teeth, “Running again? Go for it.”Knowing that escape was futile, Sang Qianqian changed her approach and tried to charm her way out of the dangerous situation, only to fail and end up submitting herself.***

Years later, realizing she had been tricked, Sang Qianqiang threw the divorce papers in front of Shen Hanyu. “I want a divorce!”Shen Qianyu simply pulled her into his arms and leaned in for a kiss. Pulling away after a long while, he asked hoarsely, “Still want a divorce?”Left dazed by the kiss, Song Qianqian mumbled, “N-No…” “Then call me darling.” “D-Darling…”Shen Hanyu nodded in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

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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After the battle, the beautiful senior sister shyly raised her face in front of you and slowly closed her eyes. At this time, you…

Eh? The choice this time was too simple. Of course, it was four.