Mini Magic

After disappearing for three years, Lan Jin returned accompanied by her five sons, all fervently dedicated to spoiling their mother!
Eldest son: A domineering CEO with tens of billions in assets.
Second son: A logical genius, a legend in the surgical medical field.
Third son: A superstar, the recognized best actor in the film industry.
Fourth son: Hacking and racing expert.
Fifth son: The school heartthrob and academic ace who enjoys skateboarding and esports.
Lan Jin was previously labeled as a worthless good-for-nothing and was treated with disdain, but her five sons supported her no matter what!
However, soon…
"Damn! Lan Jin won first place in a national competition and even defeated the Billiard Queen."
"Damn! Lan Jin is also an expert in calligraphy, has superb driving skills, and has composed an astonishing piano piece!"
Everyone was collectively dumbfounded when they found out her true identity!
However, they had no idea these disguises were just the tip of the iceberg since she would have a new disguise daily.
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She was born with a short lifespan and needed to spend money non-stop to ward off disasters, or else she wouldn't live long.
A certain lord threw out a limited-edition black card with extravagant generosity and declared to the public, "Whoever dares to stop my wife from spending money, I'll break his fucking arms and legs!"
He was the reincarnation of a Pixiu, naturally adept at amassing wealth. Therefore, he had plenty of money.
He was known as the Stingy Master. However, he was exceptionally generous to her and spoiled her.

The Big Shots Dote On Madam

"Girl, would you like coffee, juice, or red wine?" Rong Huo asked her enthusiastically.


Well, for now, he might as well address her as girl; he believed his mother would forgive him.


Lan Jin leaned back on the sofa like a boss, not showing any restraint, "Juice."


Soon, a glass of juice was handed to her, and Lan Jin took a leisurely sip before looking at Rong Huo, "How do you want to cooperate with me?"


Rong Huo poured himself a glass of red wine and sat down elegantly on another sofa.


With his long legs crossed, he gently swirled the wine glass, his warm voice breaking the silence:


"First of all, I want to confirm, is this composition truly your original? Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning you (nor do I dare to), I'm just curious how someone as young as you could write such a piece, especially one related to doomsday."


What mainly puzzled him was that in the future years, they had never heard about his mother composing her own piano music, right?


Chapter 27 Earning Money to Support My Mother - 1