Seeking You

When she was ten, she said, "When I grow up, I want to be the President!"
"It's impossible, but you can be the President's wife," he replied.
He gazed at her tenderly. His youthful eyes filled with deep affection, as if he wanted to give her the whole world.
When she was thirty-three, due to a leak of military secrets, she was imprisoned for treason, and she saw his signature on the death sentence document.
She finally understood that the so-called undying love was fake, and that power and status were the true goals.
Love is just like a ghost—more talked about than seen.
...
Reborn and back to the age of twenty, she opened her eyes and shouted, "I must be the President!"
"But, Madam... Your husband is already the President," someone said.
She was stunned for only a second, then viciously replied, "Then I'll take him down first, and I'll become the President!"
A man gently pushed open the half-closed door, chuckling softly, "Did I hear wrong? Sweetie, you want to... take me down?"

Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce

Song Lili already had a plan in mind when they bound them with hemp ropes.


Besides the dagger, she also had a radio device hidden in her underwear, which was uncomfortable but luckily foresighted for situations like this.


She tucked the dagger and radio device into her sleeve, flushed the toilet, pulled up her pants, and exited the bathroom.


While waiting for Shen Lingxi, she surveyed the surroundings.


This base was at best a temporary military base, adequate only for carrying out tasks and providing a foothold during actual combat drills.


A room for holding prisoners was adjacent to a small, square house, through whose window one could faintly see Zheng Caisheng handling the weapons on the table...


Those were the guns and cold weapons taken from them.


Song Lili had two objectives for leaving her room: to deduce the location of their confiscated weapons after observing her surroundings and to retrieve the hidden dagger and radio device.


136 twelve people, silent understanding