Lilac in May

After three lifetimes, two failed romances.
Xiao Yao felt like a tragic specimen of failed love.
Ten years prior to her rebirth and time travel, everything reset to the starting point. She wouldn't believe in love again. She swore to protect her family well, to grasp every moment to build her influence and wealth.
Therefore, she worked hard, very hard, to apply the teachings of her master.
From then on, she reviewed the past to see the future, determined life and death with steadfast certainty, never speaking falsely, and thus befriended the elites from all walks of life.
With a pair of penetrative eyes, she eliminated all obstacles, earned the name of Divine Doctor, and laid the foundations of a business empire.
Afterward, her business empire began to become a myth and legend began.
[Mini Theater]
A three-year-old cute little boy, batting his round, wide eyes, tugged at a young man's sleeve and curiously asked, "Daddy, daddy, I heard Mommy say that a long, long time ago, you wouldn't even fart, so why are you now nagging like an old granny?"
The young man exploded in anger, hoisted the little boy onto the sofa, and a smacking sound immediately followed, "You little rascal, try letting out a fart from your mouth and let's see."
The little boy cried woefully, feeling wronged. He just wanted to ask if his daddy really didn't fart in the past, so why was he getting spanked now.

Reborn as the Business Empress

Hearing the nagging wife at home, Xia Batian was so infuriated that without a word, he grabbed the car keys and left.


Yu Qiu watched him not only stay silent but also leave, and suddenly couldn't stand it anymore, pointing at Xia Batian angrily, "I'm telling you, Xia Batian, don't even think about coming back if you leave!"


Xia Batian ignored her completely, walked straight out, got into the car, and drove off.


Yu Qiu, watching the departing figure of Xia Batian, could only stomp her foot, and said hatefully toward that silhouette, "Xia Batian, see if you dare come back!"


Xia Moliang stood there, watching coldly as her mother carried on like a shrew, arguing, arguing, arguing. Not once did she show concern for the bruises on her daughter's face, nor did she think to immediately apply ice on them. Why were other people's mothers noble and elegant, while her own mother was like a shrew from the streets, causing a ruckus over trifle matters every other day?


Chapter 519: The Frustration of Xia Moliang and His Daughter (3)