What would happen if you woke up from a dream in which you saw your future?

You have new knowledge. Your personality has changed. Still, you are the same person. Do you make the same mistakes?

Alexander, son of Ceo of group Prins, has chosen to become a hacker at the age of 15. Leaving behind, his father's company. But after he had a dream,  he understood his mistakes.
He understood that he was blinded, by love. Understand that the family is more important for him. 
 He understood what betrayal means.

Follow Alexander and see how he changes his destiny.


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Hi!
The book is written from the perspective of Alexander and sometimes from the perspective of the female lead.
 It is my second book, but it is the first of its kind.

I'm not a native speaker.
if I receive negative messages about grammar, I'll stop!

The synopsis 

What would you say is the most valuable thing in this world?
   
 A mountain of gold and silver.

 Wrong.

Then what is it?

The return of the prodigal son.*

Otro día había llegado a la Isla , siendo el último día que la Clase 1-A estaría en el lugar.
Cloud y Chifuyu habían terminado su cita de buena manera, dándose un último beso para tantear el terreno.
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Cloud lentamente abrió los ojos mientras revisaba sus alrededores, solo para notar como Houki y Charlotte estaban a su lado - "Aún no comprendo como es que ellas pueden acercarse tanto sin despertarme... probablemente sea porque tengo mi guardia baja a su alrededor"
"Hmm~" - las chicas lentamente abrieron los ojos porque sintieron como su novio empezaba a moverse - "¿Qué hora es?"
"Son las 10 de la mañana" - respondió Cloud mientras las chicas lo miraban con molestia - "¿Tan temprano?"
"Sigan durmiendo, voy a salir a entrenar un poco hasta que nos llamen para reunirnos" - dijo Cloud con calma mientras las chicas asentían y volvían a dormir.
Cloud les dio una mirada en blanco porque parecía que ahora que ellas estaban en una relación sólida, ya no les importaba tanto pasar tiempo con él.
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"Aún no me dices como te fue con Cloud-kun" - dijo Maya mientras miraba a su amiga.
"También tengo curiosidad... ¿qué se siente ir a una cita?" - preguntó Tabane, quien estaba compartiendo habitación con la profesora de cabello verde para prevenir problemas.
"Tengo que admitir que fue divertido, en especial la parte donde bailamos tango" - respondió Chifuyu con calma. Ella todavía estaba usando su vestido de noche porque todavía no volvía a su habitación, al menos le daría la oportunidad a Ichika de ventearla para poder alejar el olor a sexo porque estaba segura de que él lo había hecho con Rin luego de que salieran del salón de Baile.
"¡¿Bailaron Tango?" - exclamó Maya con celos. Ella nunca pensó que harían algo como eso y si era sincera, ella también deseaba probar bailar alguna vez, aunque luego recordó que ella tenía dos pies izquierdos para el baile - "¿Qué más pasó?"
Chifuyu continuó hablándoles sobre su cita porque sentía que no había necesidad de ocultar nada. Esto se debía a dos razones, uno, no había nada que ocultar, y dos, las dos mujeres tenían una relación (de diferentes niveles) con Cloud Strife. 
"Hmm... interesante... tengo que admitir que hasta yo tengo celos de una cita tan perfecta" - murmuró Tabane mientras negaba con la cabeza - "Como sea, mejor hablemos de lo que haremos este último día en la Isla"
"Lo que tengo pensado es..." - dijo Chifuyu mientras le explicaba el plan a las dos mujeres para que organizaran las cosas.
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"Esperaba algo más de ustedes, Representantes de Estados Unidos" - dijo una chica que por su contextura, mostraba que tenía unos 14 años de cabello negro. Ella estaba usando un IS ligeramente parecido al de Cecilia de color morado con negro junto a un traje y casco blanco que impedía ver su verdadera apariencia - "Aún no comprendo como es que ustedes pueden ser llamados uno de los países más fuertes del mundo"
"¡M-Maldita!" - rugió la mujer que estaba en el suelo, solo para ser pateada como si fuera un perro callejero  "¡Ack!"
"¿A caso no te enseñaron a no insultar a la persona que tiene tu vida en sus manos?" - preguntó la piloto mientras miraba con desdén a la mujer.
"R-Ríe mientras puedas... yo soy solo una cadete" - dijo la chica mientras escupía sangre - "L-Las verdaderas representantes... son mucho más fuertes..."
"Eso espero... porque esta pelea fue aburrida a más no poder" - dijo M mientras se preparaba para darle el golpe fina a la mujer, solo para retroceder cuando sintió como la presión del aire aumentaba - ". . ."
"No voy a dejar que sigas atacando a mis compañeras" - dijo una chica que estaba piloteando un IS completamente plateado con Dos Grandes Alas que parecían ser desplegables.
"Así que ese es [Silver Gospel], el IS experimental desarrollado por Estados Unidos e Israel..." - dijo M con seriedad - "Es bueno que lo trajeras, porque ese era mi objetivo"
La piloto de [Silver Golpes] guardó silencio mientras sus alas brillaban ligeramente.
"Un reactor de energía solar... capacidad de sobrepasar la Velocidad Mach 2 y una AI lo suficientemente capacitada como para ayudar al piloto a reaccionar a cualquier situación, sin contar que tiene la habilidad de pilotear el IS en caso de que el Piloto esté fuera de combate y así llevarlo a una zona segura para poder recibir apoyo" - dijo M con curiosidad - "Un grandioso exponente, así como el tope máximo que un IS de Tercera Generación puede llegar a ser"
"¡¿Cómo es que sabes toda esa información clasificada?!" - exclamó la piloto del [Silver Gospel].
"Phantom Task puede descubrir muchas cosas con todas los operativos que están en los diferentes mandos de las Naciones del Mundo" - respondió M con desdén - "En fin, es tiempo de que dejemos las charlas y empecemos con el combate, aunque antes que nada me gustaría saber el nombre de mi próxima víctima"
"Recuerda bien este nombre, Natasha Faris, piloto de [Silver Gospel] y la mujer que te derrotará para llevarte ante la justicia!" - exclamó Natasha mientras su Ala derecha se movía - "¡[Silver Bell]!¡Fuego"
Una gran cantidad de balas de energía, salieron disparada desde el Ala de [Silver Gospel] mientras M contraatacaba con su propio armamento.
"Nada mal..." - murmuró la Piloto de Phantom Task - "Pero necesitarás más que eso para poder capturarme"
M rápidamente invocó su armamento, una gran espada de energía y se lanzó contra Natasha, quien retrocedió a gran velocidad para poder invocar una lanza de energía.
"Tu IS tiene un gran nivel de control sobre la energía... una lástima que vengo preparada" - dijo M mientras invocaba un pequeño cubo.
"¿Eh?" - Natasha se sorprendió al ver como su arma de energía empezaba a volverse errática - "¡¿Qué fue lo que hiciste?!"
"Disruptor" - respondió M con neutralidad - "En fin, terminemos con esto, todavía tengo algunas cosas que hacer"
"¿Eh?" - Natasha intentó retroceder nuevamente, pero por algún extraño motivo, ella no podía moverse ningún centímetro - "¡¿Qué está pasando?!"
"¿A caso no te lo dijeron? [Silver Gospel] Es letalmente susceptible a Disruptores de Energía, es por eso que es experimental" - respondió M con neutralidad - "Pero dejemos las charlas para otro momento, ahora tengo que darte un pequeño regalo"
"!" - Natasha se sorprendió al ver como M ahora tenía un pequeño vial en su mano y por la expresión de la mujer, se notaba que no era nada bueno.
"Te presente el regalo, son nano máquinas con la capacidad de alterar el sistema de los IS" - dijo M con calma - "Reescribe el sistema central mientras que habilita un control Remoto conectado directamente a la super computadora de Phantom Task"
"¡D-Detente!" - exclamó Natasha mientras veía como la mujer inyectaba el vial en el núcleo que estaba en su pecho - "¡Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
[¡Advertencia!¡Advertencia!Sustancia desconocida entrando en el sistema central!¡Advertencia!¡Advertencia!]
[¡Advertencia!¡Comandos Reescritos, iniciando programa de autoprotección!¡Advertencia!]
"¡AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" - el grito de dolor de Natasha se escuchó en toda la instalación mientras sentía como si una gran cantidad de agujas se inyectaran en su piel, incluso en su cabeza - "¡AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
[¡Advertencia!¡Piloto en estado crítico!¡Iniciando Comando de Seguridad!¡AI activada, iniciando modo automático!]
"¡Natasha!" - rugió una mujer de cabello rubio y ojos verdes de unos 18 años. Ella tenía un cuerpo delgado y atlético, y estaba usando un IS completamente rojo. Ella era Iris Calling, la única Representante -fija de Estados Unidos y mejor amiga de Natasha - "¡Bastarda!"
'M, ya cumpliste con tu trabajo, es tiempo que regresar'
"Líder... pido permiso para pelear con Calling" - dijo M con seriedad mientras bloqueaba el ataque de la mujer.
'Negativo, la misión ha sido completada, así que vuelve a la base'
"Puedo derrotarla" - dijo la piloto de Phantom Task.
'Es una orden...'
"Ok..." - bufó M mientras le daba una última mirada a Iris y salía volando a toda velocidad del lugar.
"¡Ni lo pienses!¡No voy a dejarte escapar, perra!" - rugió Iris mientras salía persiguiendo a la responsable del dolor de su amiga pero su expresión cambió cuando notó algo extraño en ella - "¿Natasha?"
La máscara de la mujer se encendió con un fuerte rojo y sin siquiera dar señal, salió volando de la instalación con destino desconocido.
"¡Natasha!" - exclamó Iris al ver a su amiga partir.
'Iris... tenemos un problema'
"¡Lo sé, maldita sea!" - rugió la piloto de Estados Unidos.
'[Silver Gospel] fue infiltrado por un programa desconocido y no podemos contactarnos con Natasha... eso significa una cosa'
"Ella está inconsciente" - murmuró Iris mientras fruncía el ceño - "Hacia donde se dirige... dime para poder ir a buscarla"
'Se dirige hacia Japón'
"¡Se más específico!" - exclamó la chica mientras fruncía el ceño.
'Por su velocidad y cambios de dirección, puedo deducir que se dirige a una isla a 6 horas de distancia de la costa de Japón'
"¿Algo importante en ese lugar?" - preguntó Iris mientras sentía un mal presentimiento.
'Se ha detectado la presencia de una clase de la Academia IS en la cual están el Piloto Masculino, Ichika Orimura junto a 6 cadetes a Representantes, entre ellas Tina Hamilton... también se detectó la presencia de Chifuyu Orimura, Tabane Shinonono y Cloud Strife'
"¡Mierda!" - rugió Iris mientras salía volando de las Instalaciones. Si [Silver Gospel] lastimaba a alguno de los estudiantes, en especial a Ichika Orimura o a alguna de las Cadetes a Representantes, las consecuencias serían graves para Estados Unidos - "¡Quiero que me informes del camino lo más rápido posible!"
'De inmediato'

[Reboot de mi Historia, Origen: Viaje entre Dimensiones]

Mucha gente se ha hecho preguntas como sobre como todo se originó...

¿Qué vino primero, el huevo o la gallina?¿A caso dios fue el que creó todo?¿A caso somos producto de una especie que se fue adaptando poco a poco al mundo?

Bienvenido Usuario a Origen, aquí podrás descubrir la respuesta que tantos sabios han buscado pero será un camino duro... lleno de peligros en cada esquina donde no solo tu intelecto será puesto a prueba, sino también tu poder, tu voluntad y tu preparación.

¿Eres lo suficientemente afortunado para llegar al final?¿Tienes el valor suficiente para dar el primer paso?¿Podrás conseguir la fuerza necesaria para seguir avanzando?

Eso... solo lo decides tú... avanzar o rendirte...

Solo tú decidirás que tan lejos quieres llegar...

Bienvenido a Origen... ¿Deseas iniciar tu viaje?

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Actualización de Lunes a Viernes
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Capítulos adelantados en Pa treon, link al final de cada capítulo.

When Jesus walked the earth, he took ordinary guys and showed them how to be evangelists—fishers of men. Today, through the power of the Holy Spirit, ordinary people are still spreading the Good News about Jesus. And just like 2,000 years ago, it's not always easy. Still, every follower of Christ is called to share the Gospel. Here are some ways to get started.

1. Identify your mission field. (It may be closer than you think!)
Have you ever heard the expression, "Bloom where you're planted"? That's what God wants us to do with the Gospel—make the most of our circumstances and reflect His love to everyone around us. You don't have to be a pastor or missionary to tell people about Jesus, either; just think of all the people around you in need of hope.

Psalm 96:3 tells us to "Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples!" Keep your eyes open for people you can talk to and ways you can connect the conversation with Christ. Catch up with a family member by phone or text message. Use social media to encourage a friend. Let a coworker know you are praying for him or her. Take dinner to a neighbor in need. Ask a cashier how their day is going and really listen. Be intentional about forming relationships with people around you.

One more tip, and this is a biggie: Don't underestimate the power of prayer. As Billy Graham once said, "Prayer is crucial in evangelism: … No matter how logical our arguments or how fervent our appeals, our words will accomplish nothing unless God's Spirit prepares the way."

2. Focus on the Gospel.
Billy Graham has said, "I do not have to make the Gospel relevant; it is always relevant in any part of the world … [and] I must get the whole Gospel in [every] sermon."

The Gospel has power to transform lives. If you're short on time and want to explain the Good News in a nutshell, share John 3:16: "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."

There are also things you can do to show your faith over time:

Live a consistent, Christ-centered life. (Need help? Find 9 ways to grow in your faith.)
Be a friend and a good listener.
The Holy Spirit gives us power to share the Gospel (Acts 1:8). Pray He will give you opportunities to share your faith.
Avoid arrogance and preachiness.
Remember, we're all sinners in need of a Savior. Try to see people as God sees them—as treasured creations made in His image and loved unconditionally. When we see others that way, we will want to follow God's command to share the hope of the Gospel (Matthew 28:19-20).

How exactly do you share the Gospel, step by step? What do you say and how do you approach it? Read Sharing Your Faith 101.
Do you know someone with a specific spiritual need or question? Maybe someone struggling with loneliness, grief or addiction? Share one of these pages on Facebook or Twitter to address their needs and point them to Christ through our online evangelism ministry, Search for Jesus.
3. Share true stories of God's power.
No matter how "ordinary" yours may seem, we've all got a story to tell and you never know what it can mean to someone until you share it. Jesus often talked in parables so people could better grasp God's plans, instructions and power. In the same way, you can use personal experiences and stories to relate to others and tell them about Christ.

Keep in mind, though, that most people will only give you a few minutes to get your point across. So you don't ramble on and on, try writing down your story—focusing on a few key points. Ask God to give you guidance as you write (James 1:5-6). These questions may also help you narrow your testimony down to three minutes or so:

What was life like before you accepted Christ?
How did you receive Christ? What did you hear? How did you respond? Why did you choose to put your trust in Christ? Try to mention a Bible verse or two, but be careful not to overwhelm your listener.
How has life changed since accepting Christ? It's OK if you stumbled or struggled in the past. The important thing is to be honest and relatable here.
Do your best to write the way you speak and practice your story until it's natural.

Can't work up the nerve to share your own story just yet? Singer Lacey Sturm has often shared her testimony of overcoming suicidal thoughts. Whether you want to share this video of her story with someone who doesn't know Christ, or study it to learn how to better express your story, this may help:


Above all, remember that it's God's business to turn a person's heart towards Christ. Though we are to be obedient in sharing our faith, our persuasion alone is not enough. As 1 Corinthians 3:6 says, some plant, some water, but it is God who makes the seed grow.

Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at the red curtain of Zhu Zhu in front of him, and in the distance was a piece of furniture such as a dazzling piano case and a rosewood stool.
Standing in front of the curtain, there was a guy in a small blue cap, staring at him desperately, and then this guy showed a very embarrassed smile, with a flirtatious charming smile: "The young man woke up ..."
Fang Jifan was a little bit nervous, this is ... wearing ... through, because he clearly heard that the man in the Tsing Yi cap speaks Fengyang Mandarin. As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan can be 100% sure that the furnishings here, but also With this inexplicable man, in his own era, even a large investment in film and television, it was impossible to set up such a scene.
No panic or fright, Fang Jifan had some excitement in his heart, and after doing so many years of learning, unexpectedly today he can glimpse the ancients!
The ancients, looking at this guy who laughed a little bit, Fang Jifan couldn't help thinking, this is ... the ancients?
"This is the year of *******?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy on the wall, and the title of the post was a calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty.
By the bed, the system of the Xuanqin case also attracted the attention of Fang Jifan. This is the style of the mid-Ming Dynasty. After the ******* Dynasty, it was not very popular. The Xuanqin case seems to be a new system. So it is estimated that this should be There is no doubt about the era of *******.
The man in the Tsing Yi cap nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.
Having been determined, Fang Jifan slammed up from the bed, patted his thigh, and said excitedly, "Ning Wang is still there? There is a rebellion of the little prince in the north. The handicraft industry in the south has begun to rise ..." Fang Jifan A look of eyebrows fluttered: "The emperor today is also a sage, there is so much to do ..."
Ji Fang Jifan is very excited. This is a good time. The male husband, studying, and studying history, ca n't help but have too many regrets. He did n't have much success in his last life, and he finally came to a place of usefulness.
Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library and studied Ming history. Not only does Ming history know a lot about it, it is about the local history of this era, he knows it well, and speaks something awkward. There were several thieves in the county on the few days of the month, and their amazing memory was also impressive.
I have been alone for a long time, and it seems not bad to come to this age.
Qi Fang Jifan even admired his own heart ... very big.
The guy in the Tsing Yi cap changed his face, hesitatingly: "Master ... you ... you say ... there is something promising?"
"Yeah." Fang Jifan cheered up, and he was a young master. Then this person was either a book boy or a long-time follower. His excitement had not passed yet, and he expressed his enthusiasm: "The man's eldest husband is alive. "
Speaking of which, the face of the man in Tsing Yi 's hat changed from doubt to sorrow. He yelled, "Master ... Master ... is sick again ... come ... come ..."
Qi Fang Jifan was shocked, what is this ... what happened?
  Snapped...
The door was suddenly knocked open by several strong men, and they looked like wolves and tigers.
Outside the sun, the sun also sprinkled in, and these burly bodies covered the extra light.
Then, a man with a quivering shirt and a goatee, a gentleman-like appearance, stepped on his back with a medicine chest and said with excitement: "Master, master's illness ... committed another ... fast, fast, needle ! "
With a quick order, those elite men rushed towards Fang Jifan and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.
Fang Jifan's pupils contracted, NMGB, he cursed, because he saw that old gentleman had removed the inch-long silver needle from the box, with a sad look on his face, Chao Fangfan said: "The disease suffered by the young master is the brain Disease, do n't be afraid to avoid illness, come here, do n't be afraid, do n't be afraid ... just get a shot ... "
Ji Fang Jifan was so frightened that his jaw would fall off: "I ... I'm not sick ..."
The doctor applied the needle and shook his head, saying, "Yes, I used to have this symptom when I was ill. Master, bear with me. The acupuncture method of the old man was uploaded by Naizu. He can treat the disease, and he can still exercise. Master, you lie down! "
  what...
With the general howl to kill pigs, Fang Jifan did not make a sound after half a ring.
Hands and feet are controlled, and the old gentleman actually directly inserted the silver needle into his back of the brain. Fang Jifan stopped crying, but he was scared to bite his teeth and did not dare to move. For fear of moving, the old gentleman The needle was skewed.
The most important thing is that I was afraid of getting an injection from an early age!
A needle so long, pierced into the head, this is a cure, this is a murder, your uncle!
Before the needle was taken out, the old man sighed with a beard and shook his head again. "The brain-disabled has no medicine, and the old man just presses the ancient prescription to temporarily control the illness. Whether he can be cured is up to his master's luck. . "
The guy in the Tsing Yi cap hid on the edge of the couch and whispered in a low voice: "Master, master, Doctor Fang is a famous doctor invited by Uncle, don't be afraid, just a few months' needle will be fine, Uncle repaired the book The family has commanded that as long as the master's illness is good, no matter what method is used ... In short, there must be no medical taboos ... Master is the only son of Uncle. Master can bear it ... bear it ...
Xi Fang Jifan's face was pale, but he was trembling.
Uh .........
Noon.
The view outside the window was pleasant, but Fang Jifan was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery!
This is the twenty-seventh day that Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he doesn't know how many needles have been pierced. Each time he pierces the needle, the other side of the fan is in the ghost gate.
An ancient 'famous doctor' pierced the silver needle into your back of the head and stirred it a little. Fang Jifan thought about it and shuddered.
Twenty-seven days are enough to make Fang Jifan understand everything.
The original master of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.
The hereditary Count of the Fang family was earned during the battle of Jingnan. The ancestors followed the Yan King Zhu Xi from the dragon to Nanjing from Peiping City. Zhu Xi was kind and gave an iron rice bowl with a big hand.
And the master of this body ...
Well, it's no wonder that I only say a word about how a manly husband can be regarded as a mental disability, because this is a complete scum scum, the biggest evil in the capital, and the prodigal of the prodigal, it can be called full of evil.
A few days ago, this was sick, so I invited a famous doctor to see it. I wanted to come because of a mental problem and never gave up the treatment. After Fang Jifan passed through, he was mistaken for the fact that he was not good because he and The former prodigal had very different personalities, so ... the treatment continued ...
I'm so stupid.
Ji Fang Jifan introspected himself. He was still too young. When he first arrived, what did he say to people to build a career and serve the country and the people?
A prodigal boy with a lot of bad behavior, behaves so abnormally, in the eyes of others, not neuropathy, what is it?
Well, in order to give up treatment, he must have Fang Jifan more than Fang Jifan.
At this time, the door of the bedroom was opened, and a small girl with a good face came in, followed by Fang Jifan's long follower, the guy in the Tsing Yi cap, called Deng Jian.
A new day has begun.
Qi Fang Jifan took a deep breath. For more than 20 days, he had figured out the rules and roughly understood the background of the family. Naturally, he had already thoroughly understood the original Fang Jifan.
When the little girl arrived at the couch, she saluted: "Master, get up."
Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing impatience. He cheered himself up: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, buddy is a prodigal son, and should not be exposed."
Xi Fangji Fan's fiercely said, "What time is it? Early in the morning, what is the name of a ghost?"
Xiao Xiaoya's face was scared and slightly unnatural: "Sun ... three shots."
"Only three shots ..." Fang Jifan tusks: "Master, am I the one who got up three shots? Sleep for another hour!"
Deng Jian, wearing a Tsing Yi cap, nodded and said, "Master, it's too early, but I'm afraid the master is hungry ..."
"Okay, okay ..." Fang Jifan had to stand up and change clothes with the little girl's help.
Deng Jian, who was aside, laughed lowly: "The young master is wise, the young master is martial, the young master is not changed, admired by the villain, and throws himself into the ground."
"Go to you!" Fang Jifan raised his leg, turned Deng Jian with a kick, and said angrily: "Master, except handsome and handsome, has nothing to do, how dare you say wise and sacred? Wise and sacred can eat as a meal? Dog The same thing. "
Deng Jian rolled on the ground and burst into tears.
Fang Jifan was shocked in his heart. Why is it that Fang Caiyi was serious? Sin, sin, I'm really sorry, but ... hey, buddy is also very embarrassed. If Master Ben is gentle and gentle, how can he give up treatment?
Who would have expected it, Deng Jian rolled up suddenly, but leaned his head, and said with excitement: "Master's illness is finally better, small ... small ... I am really happy for the master, and the cry is joyful and crying."
  Ok?
Can Fang Jifan stay like a chicken?

Research on Mingshi Library Management
Members crossing the Zheng Ming Dynasty capital
There is less evil.
Hongzhi eleven years. It was a wonderful morning. At this time, Zhu Houzhao was an adult. At this time, Wang Shouren and Tang Bohu sharpened their swords in preparation for the Imperial Examination. At this time, the Xiaobinghe era was in the landlord's fool Nanhe Bofu, Nanhe Bo's successor Fang Jifan ... began his prodigal life.

The little darling reached out his little paws to grab the items as he babbled and insisted on playing with them.
Shui Anluo grabbed his little paws, these were not for playing. What if he breaks them? Both of them would not be able to reimburse them even if they were pawned here.
"Ah, ah..." The little darling struggled unhappily as he held his paws out. He had not even touched those shiny things.
Icy Chu raised his brows and picked the little darling up. He placed him on the counter and the little darling crouched down, using his meaty little hands to sweep the emeralds away.
Shui Anluo placed one palm on her face and watched as her prodigal son swatted the emeralds onto the ground one by one. It was a good thing those were of good quality so they do not shatter easily.
Once the little darling finished sweeping, all that was left was a delicate and exquisite emerald jade. The jade was smalled than a palm and glittered enticingly. It looked particularly beautiful beneath the special lights.
Chu Ningyi reached out to pick up the little jade and looked at the little darling. "This one?"
"Ah pu..." The little darling smiled at his daddy.
"Alright." Chu Ningyi nodded and gave the jade to the salesperson. "Wrap this up."
Shui Anluo's lips twitched, was this a special kind of communication between father and son?
Her son certainly had a unique style when choosing things. He would throw away what he did not like. This prodigal child, ever since he was by his father's side, he had been prodigal to the end[1].
After choosing the present, Chu Ningyi got Shui Anluo to take it and carried the little darling as he left.
Shui Anluo could see the viciousness hidden in the salesperson's smile because she would have to clean this mess in a while. However, because this was her big boss, she did not dare say a thing.
Now that the present has been chosen, Chu Ningyi brought them to the Chu family's old residence straightaway.
Ever since she had been conned by Chu Ningyi into coming here, she had never returned.
The old residence was more lively than usual. The Chu family was considered to be one of the elite families of 'A' City. Even though this was considered a family dinner, the number of people who had arrived was no small amount.
Shui Anluo felt a little repulsed. Aside from the fact that she was the little darling's mother, she has no relation to the Chu family now.
After he got down from the car, Chu Ningyi turned around to look at Shui Anluo who had remained in the vehicle. He looked at the time. "There's still time for you to leave but if the little darling is unable to find you and ends up crying, what will you do?" Chu Ningyi threatened calmly.
"You..." Shui Anluo looked up and angrily opened the door. She had already gone with him to buy the present anyway, why would she be afraid of making rounds with him inside?
Shui Anluo thought secretly and immediately flung the car door shut.
Chu Ningyi smirked. When Shui Anluo approached he handed the babbling little darling over to her and wrapped one arm around her waist.
"Hey, Director Chu, have some dignity, we have no relationship," Shui Anluo scoffed coldly.
Chu Ningyi raised his brow and murmured into her ear, "Are we not the parents of the child?"
His words were too seductive and his breath was much too hot.
Shui Anluo shivered, wanting to distance herself from where his breath had dispersed but did not want him to follow him like a shadow.
"Director Chu, are you teasing a young maiden from a good family?" Shui Anluo scoffed icily.
"Young maiden?" Chu Ningyi repeated and looked profoundly down at his gurgling son. The meaning of it was obviously to ask if she was still a young maiden.
"Ningyi?"
Before Shui Anluo could retaliate, a surprised yet familiar sounding voice called out from behind them.
[1] I think the term you're looking for is spoiled brat.


Divorced, disowned, and down on her luck, Shui Anluo was determined to move on and live a peaceful life… Unfortunately, her ex-husband somehow found out about the baby and insisted that she should move in with him again. Soon, he realizes that he cannot live without her… But the road to marriage is bumpy and Shui Anluo is unwilling to go through heartbreak again. Can she take back everything that had belonged to her and will she find the courage to jump in and fall in love again?

The Bureau Chief was just making a casual remark. A much-beloved child such as Hong Dali probably only appeared once every thousands of years in the Heavenly State. What was most important was that he was safe. As for all his little flaws, they were not important!
Once they were out of the cave, the Bureau Chief looked for an isolated place before asking in a low voice, "Huishou, what is it? Tell me quickly."
"All right, Bureau Chief." Mu Huishou recounted the events leading to the tragedy of Abe Haruta. "It has been confirmed that Abe Haruta is a Jabanese with top-notch skills. He disguised himself as a beggar and stationed himself under Chenghui Building but was apprehended by city officers 100% loyal to Young Master Dali…" and so on and so forth. When Mu Huishou finished recounting the events, he mentioned Lucifer's Weibo. "Just before it happened, Lucifer's Weibo post mentioned that he wished Young Master would meet with some misfortune…"
"In the end, it shifted to Abe Haruta?" The Bureau Chief was positive this time. "With the current situation, it seems that Dali will be safe. It's not a big matter—little curses are definitely ineffective against Dali."
"Bureau Chief, what shall we do about Abe Haruta?" asked Mu Huishou. "Should we let him go or…"
"This is simple." Bureau Chief revealed a sinister smile. "Does he have any identification on him? I guess if he was disguised as a beggar, he would not be carrying any identification or passport on him?" 
"Yes," said Mu Huishou. "Judging from his appearance, it seems he is a death soldier who has no intention of returning home."
"Let him spend his old age in prison, then." The Bureau Chief laughed out loud. "He can forget about leaving for the rest of his life. We have no problem with one more person in there. Remember to take good care of him—do not let him have too good a life."
"Okay!"
…
In the cave.
It was good news that Hong Dali had returned alive, especially since he had found so much treasure down there. It was all Hong Dali's property now. Tang Muxin sat down next to Hong Dali and said, "Dali, there is so much good stuff down there. Why don't we tell Uncle Hong about it and let him share the joy? Uncle Hong will also definitely like this Dali Bean!"
"Yes, that's true. In a while, I will ask someone to bring two pounds up and we can bring them home as snacks!" Hong Dali smiled. "The stuff is quite fragrant. I feel quite revitalized after eating them!" Saying so, he looked around and said, "There is nothing much else here. Let's go back when Uncle Chief returns. The aircraft carriers will not be ready for another week, so let us get all the documentation and procedures down pat during this time."
One week was neither short nor long. He had to make full use of the time and settle things that need to be settled.
Right then, on the technological front, they had to continue developing the virtual reality online game, the sci-fi town had to be built, and the decomposition of the holy garment should be moved up on the agenda. Even the Granzon had to be further perfecte—how to get the transformation working? It was a very serious problem.
There was still, of course, the most important thing. That was—the points they had gained from the recent squandering should have been credited. He had decided to max out his parent's attributes first but was unsure if the points were sufficient…
Hong Dali sat on the ground against the wall, pretending to rest as he brought up the Great Prodigal System's menu in his mind. Immediately, the system's cold electronic voice said, "Attribute points available for exchange: 167. Host, please allocate."
Damn! That much? Great! 
Hong Dali broke out in a huge smile when he heard that. It was worth it buying the two aircraft carriers! Exchange! He had to exchange the points immediately! Nothing else was important now except his family and friends' attributes.
Hong Dali replied decisively, "Exchange for Family and Friends' attribute points!"
System: "Current redeemable members: Hong Weiguo(Host's Father)—Current Health index: 76. Current Energy index: 69. Lan Ruoxi(Host's Mother)—Current Health index: 76. Current Energy index: 78. Tang Muxin(Host's Fiancée)—Current Health index: 87. Current Charisma index: 92. Li Nianwei(Host's steadfast supporter. Loyalty degree: 100)—Current Health index: 82. Current Charisma index: 98. Lin Chuyin(Host's steadfast ally. Loyalty degree: 100)—Current Health index: 75. Current Energy index: 81."
There was no need for any hesitation. Hong Dali immediately said, "Exchange for Hong Weiguo's and Lan Ruoxi's Health attributes. Increase both to a hundred!" Dad and Mum, hehe, I will not let you dote on me in vain. You must have health—maximum health!
"Please wait for a short while…" The system's voice sounded. "Redeeming in progress…"
It did not take long before Hong Weiguo's and Lan Ruoxi's vitality became a full hundred points.
"Wow, not bad, not bad!" Hong Dali smiled widely, feeling accomplished. Dad and Mum both had full health now, he would no longer have to worry about their health. Hehe.
The two of them originally had Health at 76, which meant 24 points each were needed to max it. Every Family and Friends attribute point was worth three normal points. That meant Hong Dali had 23 points left. Hong Dali did not hesitate now, either. He looked at Tang Muxin, Li Nianwei, and Lin Chuyin's attribute points and decisively added the points to Lin Chuyin. The Health attribute of the five family and friends were now as follows—Hong Weiguo: 100, Lan Ruoxi: 100, Tang Muxin: 87, Li Nianwei: 82, Lin Chuyin: 82.
Hong Dali was extremely pleased with the outcome. 
Only with health can you have everything else. As his family and friends, how could they be falling sick so often!
…
Door to Heaven.
"Eh?" Hong Weiguo suddenly touched his chest and stretched his arms and legs. He felt light all over.
"That's strange," said Hong Weiguo curiously. "How is it I feel so comfortable all over? Could it be because of Dali again…"
With that thought, Hong Weiguo called for his private medical team and requested for a full body checkup.
Half an hour later, the results of the checkup astonished Hong Weiguo. 
The Doctor-in-charge said in amazement, "CEO Hong, your body is as healthy as can be now. All tests have come back perfect with no trace of any possible ailments! My god, this is a miracle!"
Hong Weiguo was dazed. When the medical team left, Hong Weiguo sat down on the sofa and blanked out for a while. Then, he suddenly broke out in laughter. "Hahaha. It's Dali. It's definitely that little brat Dali who did this! Aiya, I have a good son. He may be somewhat of a prodigal, but he has done well. He has done well!"
After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips. "Now, if Ruoxi could recover from her ailments too…"
Before he even finished his sentence, the phone rang. It was Lan Ruoxi on the line. "Weiguo! Something happened! Something big happened!"
"What happened?" Judging from Lan Ruoxi's voice, it did not sound like anything bad had happened. Hong Weiguo asked, "What happened to get you so worked up?"
"My gastric problem is gone!" Lan Ruoxi's voice was full of amazement. "It just went away without rhyme or reason. I have no idea what happened. Earlier, I suddenly felt great all over and my stomach did not hurt anymore. At first, I was worried that something bad might have happened, so I got a full body checkup done. All the little issues plaguing me have disappeared! I feel wonderful all over now!"
"You have recovered too?!" Hong Weiguo's eyes widened. "Me too!"
"Ah?!" Lan Ruoxi exclaimed. "Really? You are at the Door To Heaven? I am here too. Wait for me, I will go over to you now!" She then hung up.
Half an hour later.
"Weiguo, you mean…" Lan Ruoxi looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, she said softly, "This is all because of Dali? Our little prodigal?"
"Yes. I realized that ever since he bought Ye Lai Xiang, my health has improved." Hong Weiguo then continued in a low voice, "Do you remember the time when you saw his thing, and it had become almost normal? We even wanted to ask him to get married quickly?"
"I remember, I remember!" Lan Ruoxi was an intelligent person. She immediately understood what Hong Weiguo was trying to tell her. "What you mean is, our little prodigal has gotten God's blessings?"
"I guess so. I think that his body has gotten better because of his squandering," said Hong Weiguo, smiling. "That's why I have never stopped him from buying anything. Money can be earned, but people cannot be replaced."
"That's true." Lan Ruoxi's eyes reddened. "Our little prodigal is really filial. He thinks of us when there are benefits to be had. We have not doted on him in vain, haha!"
"I think we have to call him a big prodigal now…" Hong Weiguo chuckled. "The little brat bought two aircraft carriers a few days ago. You were busy these few days, I think you have not heard about it?"
"What?!" Lan Ruoxi gaped. "The little brat Dali is buying aircraft carriers nowadays?"
Birds of the same feather flock together, or rather, the son takes after the mother. Lan Ruoxi was not angry at all. She just laughed. "This big prodigal is getting more and more generous! I like it! Anyway, all the miscellaneous things he has invested in are all earning money. Let him spend if he wants to. Let's not stop him."
As she talked, Lan Ruoxi's eyes lit up. "Two aircraft carriers! The little brat is really daring. If it were me, I would not dare to spend like that! However, come to think of it, it's actually quite interesting. Yes, when the aircraft carriers arrive, I will bring my friends there. Maybe have a party. I will not invite anyone with a family fortune of less than a hundred million, so as to not lower the exclusivity of the event!"
PU—!!
Hong Weiguo choked on his drink and coughed it out all over. As he coughed, he laughingly said, "You, you're a mother! However, it's a good idea. When the aircraft carriers arrive, we shall go take a look and admire them. It could then turn into an extravaganza if we held a gathering or something."
"That'll do. It's decided, then!" Lan Ruoxi was definitely in a good mood today. She was very satisfied with Hong Dali's purchase of the two aircraft carriers. "When the two aircraft carriers are transported here, I will contact my friends. Oh, oh, if there are any suitable young ladies, reserve them for Dali?"
"This…" Although Hong Weiguo wanted grandchildren too, he was quick to interrupt. "I think Muxin has some feelings for Dali now. We better not try to fix something that's working and let nature take its course."
"Alright. It's such a shame…" Lan Ruoxi licked her lips, feeling a little disappointed. "I wish to have grandchildren soon…"


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


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Saturday, January 11, 2020
Today's Lesson: Matthew 8:28-9:17

* Jesus Restores Two Demon Possessed Man

1. Compare Matthew's account of this event with that of Mark [5:1-17] and Luke [8:26-37]
a. List down all the similarities and differences in bullet form.
b. Is there a discrepancy between Matthew's account with that of Mark & Luke?

* Jesus Forgives and Heals a Paralysed Man

1. Why do you think Jesus said this to the paralysed man "Take heart son, your sins are forgiven" and proceed later to heal him?
2. When praying for unbelievers, is this account implying to us that we need to share the Gospel first and made them accept Jesus before praying for their healing? What is your opinion or take on this?

* Jesus Questioned About Fasting

1. Summarize Matthew 9:14-17 in your own words. [Not more than 5 sentences]

What did you learn today?



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Answers:

Topic: Mathew 8:28-9:17
Date: January 12, 2020
Answers:
***Jesus Restores Two Demon Possessed Man:
1. A. Mark - the demon possessed man told him his name is "legon" or "lots".
B. Luke- The demon possessed man has been naked for a long time
C. The demon Possess men shouted, "Jesus, Son of God, what do you want with us? Have you come to punish us before our time?"
2. The discrepancies between Mathew, Mark and Luke, Luke has short narrative story.  Mark has information about the name of the demon.  Mathew is just a summary or narrative.

***Jesus Forgives and Heals a Paralysed Man
1. Because Jesus forgave his sins.  The paralytic man's spirit is uplifted.
2. [No answer.]

***Jesus Questioned About Fasting
Summary:
Three things to remember or proverbs:
A.  The friends of a bridegroom don't go without eating while he is still with them. But the time will come when he will be taken from them. Then they will go without eating.
B.  No one uses a new piece of cloth to patch old clothes. The patch would shrink and tear a bigger hole.
C.   No one pours new wine into old wineskins. The wine would swell and burst the old skins.[h] Then the wine would be lost, and the skins would be ruined. New wine must be put into new wineskins. Both the skins and the wine will then be safe.

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With a scream still reverberating through the forest I race to the campsite, fully expecting that a certain birdbrain got hungry and deserted her post to hunt, leaving the unconscious Kiera at the mercy of some roaming beast. Contrary to my expectation, said birdbrain is staring at the lying form of Kiera with perplexity, her beak almost touching Kiera's freshly unconscious face.
"Chiia… don't tell me you've been looking at her like that this entire time…"
"Kuuu~~!"
She shakes her tail a little at that, evidently quite proud of her studious nature, while I don't even bother to stifle a sigh at her actions.
"Chiia, you scared the poor woman so much that she fainted. How would you feel if you woke up and a giant beast was right above you, staring you in the eye?"
"... Wait, don't answer that. You'd probably thank them for delivering *cough* being *cough* breakfast."
"Anyway, I'll watch over Kiera, could you hunt something for us to all eat? By the way, that white horse over there is off limits."
"Ku~."
…
Contrary to some of the memories I've seen, setting up camp is surprisingly easy. I cleared the area by absorbing all the biomass around, felled a few trees by eroding their bases with chimeric cells, and snapped off all the branches by hand before tossing the trees around to make a bench. Set up the tent, draw some water with a gravity field, add a little fire magic, and you have a perfect camp in under ten minutes. Really, I fail to see why humans make such a big deal of it.
A few minutes later, Chiia returns with a deer in her beak, and I start roasting some cuts for sleeping beauty over here. To avoid traumatizing our princess (again), I ask Chiia to shrink down a bit, and after resisting the power of her upturned eyes and a "kweeh~~..." she finally assents.
It takes a solid ten minutes more, but Kiera finally starts to awaken, her eyes fluttering open as she gazes dazedly at the forest canopy.
"Whaa… Where am I…"
"Good morning sleeping beauty, I carried you away from where everyone fought and brought you to my camp. How are your wounds?"
"My wounds? They're… fine, I *ow* think… But Del, I had this horrible nightmare… There was this giant bird monster right above my face, just staring at me… I thought I was gonna be eaten!"
"Oh… you mean this old bird-monster?" I say with a grin, point at Chiia. She picks up her head and gives me a deathglare, probably for the little "old" bit I slipped in there.
"HWAAAAUUU!!!!"
It takes Kiera no time at all to lose her dignified demeanor and cling onto my arm, hiding behind my back and trying to make sure I stay between her and the fearsome predator.
Yes, the very same fearsome predator that just came up and rubbed her head on my chest while going "kukuu~~~~".
"Haha, Kiera, that's Chiia, my familiar. Sorry for her scaring you like that, she's too curious for her own good."
…
It's night now, and the two of us are sitting in the light of the campfire, serenaded by crickets and the gentle snoring of a certain rainbow-colored chicken. 
Kiera stayed a bit skittish around Chiia for a while, but that all changed when she shrunk to shoulder-size before bed. At that point, it was Chiia who was frightened by Kiera's attempted murder, er, attempted hugging to the point of suffocation.
Once she calmed down, we got to talking about ourselves. Of course, that was off to a rocky start with the day's events, but she started to open up after regaling her with some of Carlton boy's more innocent exploits. Granted, that came at the price of me only reinforcing the "prodigal son" image I so proudly proclaimed earlier, but on the other hand, it's quite a good disguise. Unless you're a thief, there's no need to pay attention to someone with loads of money and the defining personality traits of hedonistic, unambitious, and being completely useless.
After finally evoking a laugh from her tender lips, a strangely serious look comes over her face, and she hesitates a moment before opening her mouth.
"Del… Why did you save me, really?"
"Heh, isn't it obvious? I'm a prodigal son, and you're an attractive woman. What else was I supposed to do?"
"Don't give me that!!!" she shouts, tears suddenly in her eyes, "How can some little wastrel be so powerful, and me, who's trained under the church for a decade, am so weak?!?! I couldn't even save one of them! Not even one! And somehow you're strong enough to just race over and jump in, sweeping it all away!"
It's at that moment that the memories of the bandit I assimilated back in the ruin floods into my mind. He was just one soldier on break, against a hoard of bandits, and he couldn't even protect his own wife and daughter. Two broken bodies tossed away like used trash, a burning shack, and fire… The flames burnt away all the good in his life.
Emotions course through my body, and I can't help but clench my fists, much less the tear on my cheek. Even though they're not my own emotions, just human feelings, why…
I see now. This is what it means to be weak. This is how she's feeling.
"Kiera… Even a prodigal son has things he wants to protect. Had, at least. So I became strong, and I'll become stronger still, because I never want the people I care about to be hurt again."
She seems shocked by my sudden outburst, but the words pour out, like the memories I've stolen away have a will of their own.
"Look, I know how you're feeling. Scared. Powerless. But most of all, angry, because it feels like that's the only way you can move forward. Why did the world make you meet that Demon? Why weren't you strong enough? Why does someone like me wield power I don't deserve? And that anger gives you the strength to keep going."
"Kiera, I won't tell you to let go of your anger. That'd only leave you empty. But as I see it, you have two choices-- anyone in your position does. You can use that anger to give yourself a push, force you to grow stronger and become the person you know you are. The other option… is to break. To become the very thing that made you angry in the first place, and absolve yourself of it. Everyone wants that first choice, but most fall into the second one without even realizing that they've changed."
 "I knew a man like that once… He was a soldier, returning from war, only to lose his wife and daughter to bandits in the worst way. He couldn't save them, and it haunted him to his death. To escape the nightmare, he became a bandit himself, performed the same acts countless times, all to replace the two figures haunting him in that burning house with someone, anyone but his wife and daughter."
With that, the memories are assuaged, but I can't end it like that. I've meddled in her life at whim enough, and maybe, just maybe, she wasn't the only one to learn from what I've said.
"So, Kiera… Travel with me for a while. I can't promise it'll be glorious, I can't promise it'll be safe, but I'm absolutely certain it'll be interesting. We'll keep each other on that first choice, help each other grow, and we'll absolutely become better people by the time we're done."
Maybe she wasn't listening to all that I said, maybe had already given up inside, but the moment I stopped speaking she buried her head in my chest, sobbing. Crying, wailing, all manners of sorrow for almost an hour, and as she finally wiped her tears, she looked up to meet my eyes.
"Del… Promise?"
She looked at me expectantly, her eyes shimmering in the moonlight as she held out her left hand, pointing her ring finger towards me. I'm confused for a moment, sifting through the memories until…
"Kiera… Shouldn't a pinky promise be with the last finge-"
"This is a custom where I come from, for serious promises, okay??"
Even though she normally looks older than me, I can't help but see her as a pouting child at this moment. With a smile on my face I indulge her, straining my finger out to curl around hers as they shake.
…
She calmed down after that, and as we watched the fire die down together, we both retired to the tent. I didn't need sleep in the traditional sense, but it seemed to evade her, and after lying awake for a while, her hand crept the distance between our sleeping rolls.
I rolled to the side, my eyes meeting hers for a moment before I broke out in a smile, sliding my hand next to hers. She hesitated and blushed before clasping my hand, and minutes later, gentle snores racked the tent.

Note: I've just started a new (very demanding) job, so I've had to put my writing on hold until I get my life in order. Be it weeks or months, look forward to the continuation of Nemeya's antics, Kiera's derpy-ness, and Del's terminal case of badassery. Sorry for the delay!

Del is an artificial life-form created on the eve of thermonuclear war, a biological superweapon designed to annihilate- and recreate- all human life. However, before Del and its “siblings" could be unleashed, their creator is mysteriously killed, putting them in hibernation for over a millennia. One day, a young woman flees into ancient ruins to escape a bandit, breaking a strange crystalline sphere and releasing Del into this new world. With the power to absorb, manipulate, and imitate all biological life, Del must survive in a world where magic and demons are very real, where the power of an individual can surpass entire countries. Given no directive but knowing its original purpose, Del decides to evaluate if humanity truly is what its creator saw it for. Thus, in the pursuit of becoming “human”, it fuses the personalities and memories of fallen humans into its own mind, trying to understand the actions and reasons of tyrants and saints alike. Before it knows it, Del has been established as a “he”, led around by his companions as they explore and influence society in a time of great upheaval. Throughout this journey, Del learns to experience the ups and downs of life; he falls in love (more than once, to the chagrin of his first wife), kills to protect, laughs and cries with his companions, indulges in debauchery, and even struggles to raise his own children. By now, Del’s already forget his original purpose, but all that changes when the Church brands him a heretical existence for the crime of being created by a mortal. To protect all those he cares about, and to end the age-old race wars kindled by the Gods, how far is he willing to go? But the Gods have a secret of their own: we aren't alone in this universe.

New chapter every day or two, depending on popularity!

Authors Note:
If you asked me what genre this story predominantly is, I'd answer “adventurer’s romantic-comedy” without another thought. There are tense, dark moments to be sure, and terrible things to happen, but the silly and shenanigans are never far behind. I’m hoping to write a book that keeps you glued to it, but not so much that you forget to laugh.

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sex scenes and explores very real issues such as tyranny, racism, rape, torture, and genocide.

Genres: Adventure, Comedy, Echhi, Fantasy, Harem, Horror, Psychological, Romance

With the slip of paper in her hand, Zheng Yan felt light all over as she stepped out of the private villa. 
For some reason, she suddenly felt an illusion that she had been tricked.
But, upon recalling the scene of Nian Xiaomu sobbing so desperately, she felt that she was overthinking. 
Seeing that it was still early, she decided to drive back home first. 
Her head was still dizzy and after setting an alarm, she was completely knocked out in bed. 
At 6 pm in the evening, Zheng Yan was woken up by her alarm. 
She crept out of her covers in a daze and reached out to turn off her alarm before entering the bathroom while stroking her hair. 
After washing her face and taking a bath, she put on a face mask. 
Then, she changed into her clothes, did her makeup and chose her shoes… 
When she walked out of her house, she had transformed into a sexy and gorgeous beauty! 
Along with the seven-centimeters-tall high heels she was wearing, there was no doubt people on the streets would definitely turn back to look at her. 
It was just a pity that she was driving. 
And it was a sports car over a million dollars at that. 
President Zheng doted on his daughter. Everyone knew that. 
Since she was young, Zheng Yan had been born with a silver spoon but was not a spoiled little princess. Instead, she had turned out to become an independent little vixen. 
Carrying her limited-edition handbag, her slender fingers swirled her car keys as she headed out of the house. 
She ran right into Zheng Hao who had come back at this moment. Seeing her dressed up so impeccably, Zheng Hao instantly snorted. 
"Wow, look at you all dressed up so nicely. Which sugar daddy is my sister going to please tonight? You don't even have a car to take you there and have to drive there yourself. You're really working tirelessly!" 
"…" 
Zheng Yan paused in her tracks and lowered her head to look at her outfit. 
After confirming that nothing was wrong with her outfit and even her makeup was flawless, she then cast a glance at Zheng Hao lazily. 
"Oh, I'm willing to. What has it got to do with you? I'm not like you, a useless prodigal son that nobody wants even if you throw yourself at them!" 
"You!"
The words 'useless prodigal son' seemed to have pricked Zheng Hao's heart and his face turned ashen immediately. 
"What, did I say anything wrong?" Zheng Yan flicked her fingers and casually ran her hand through her hair, expressing her endless flirtatious charm. 
Her eyes, however, had no glint of warmth at all. 
"Zheng Hao, let me tell you. Everyone has a weakness. I'm always letting you do as you wish not because I'm scared of you, but I just can't be bothered to argue with you. You should learn your lesson and if you continue going too far, don't blame me for being harsh!" 
Zheng Yan used the tissue in her hand to point at Zheng Hao before mercilessly throwing it into the bin. 
As Zheng Hao became so enraged that he was on the verge of fainting, she turned to leave in a calm and composed manner. 
Her sports car flew past Zheng Hao and the tail gas even spurted out right on his face. 
"Zheng Yan, you better watch out—" 
Inside the car, Zheng Yan obviously could not be bothered with him. 
She was using the rear mirror to check if her makeup was still flawless. 
After crying and having some sleep, she now felt different from before. 
Mo Yongheng had got her to give him a reason. 
Nian Xiaomu had got her to help seduce Mo Yongheng. 
Although the two had different viewpoints, their goals were the same, which were to cancel the marriage. 
Wouldn't that be easy? 
She was not confident about seducing Mo Yongheng, but making him drunk and getting some photos to portray an ambiguous relationship between them was something she was still good at. 
Back then, wasn't this how she had tamed Young Master Han and made him owe her a favor? 
At the thought of this, Zheng Yan stepped down on the gas pedal and accelerated the car to reach the restaurant sooner. 
Before she entered the private room, she went to the service counter to ask about the strongest wine the restaurant had and asked the waiter to serve it to them later on. 
"Miss Zheng, this wine is really strong. Someone who can't hold their liquor well would definitely pass out with one glass of this. Are you sure you're drinking this?" 


Yu Yuehan is the usual rich, perfect, aloof president—the richest man in City H; but one day, a female toddler suddenly appears in his life as his daughter! Despite being certain that he has never touched a woman before, DNA tests certify that the toddler is his! He soon becomes a good 'daddi' for the little toddler, Xiao Liuliu.

Two years later, for some inexplicable reason, Xiao Liuliu becomes very fond of a trial nurse, Nian Xiaomu, hired to take care of her. Nian Xiaomu has a strong personality and refuses to let anyone bully her. Constantly wary that anyone might cause harm to his daughter, Yu Yuehan keeps a constant watch over Nian Xiaomu. However, his black-bellied daughter has plans for her father up her sleeves… Over time, Nian Xiaomu reveals her charming side bit by bit; and for the first time in his life, Yu Yuehan is drawn in by this mysterious woman…

Keywords: Mysterious Daughter, Cute Daughter, Aloof, Nurse, Strong Woman

Cute Scene:

"Daddi, you are so handsome!" Xiao Liuliu blushes.
"Daddi, I want hugs!" Xiao Liuliu coos.
"Daddi, I want a younger sister! Quick make one with Mommi."
"Daddi…"
Yu Yuehan says in a deadpan fashion, "I have never slept with any woman! How can I have a daughter!?"
"Did Mommi sleep with you without you realizing it?"
Yu Yuehan: "…”

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