The Tyrant's Wife - Chapter 18 - You Mean Much More

She had conquered all the mysteries of psychology.

She had won all the major psychology awards.

She was the most expensive psychologist in the industry, charging by the second.

She was the universally acknowledged queen of psychology.

She was reborn.

She stood at a crossroads when she was 18, aspiring to become the villainous boss or to make money by curing illnesses.

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The dominant forensic doctor who traveled back in time to the era of the Great Tang's Zhenguan reign, became a distinguished family's abandoned girl.

A galaxy far, far away has an idea to upend the feminist world.

It is normal for women there to marry men, work part-time to support their families, and to be wary of Sister Wang from the next door.

In this world, men are weak, they are vassals, and they are often bullied by women.

One day, the male god Lin Qing’s company came out, and when every well-known product was used by people everywhere, socializing, shopping, games…

The women suddenly found out, how much dowry is Lao Lin planning to earn?

If she married him, wouldn’t it mean that she would save a few lifetimes of struggle and directly reach the pinnacle of life, earning both money and sex?

PS: Lin Qing is very calm, I will not marry a wealthy family, because I am a real wealthy family!

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Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.