Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
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Not only was his daily life revolved around doing the laundry, cooking meals, mopping the floor, and working part-time, he was at times subjected to months and months of emotional and psychological violence by his husband.
To make matters worse, He Jiang was also surrounded by scandals, which were manifested in the form of a resident complaint in every alternative diary entry of his, together with his complaints towards his autocratic manager, Aunty Lin, who arranged too much work for him, causing them not being able to meet each other.
Furthermore, he was overly possessive and did not want him interacting with others by going to work despite admiring people with financial independence. That left him with no other choice than to secretly take on part-time work to support himself and the household so as to not burden him financially.
But what angered him the most was that despite the pathetic state of his marriage life, the ‘him’ in the diary entries had gladly accepted his fate and even managed to retain a lovely fantasy of their marriage life.
“Ouch…”
Shang Jing grabbed his chest to quell his burning anger. However, his sudden motion had tugged on the stitches on his head and caused the wound to reopen. An acute pain shot through him.
The uncle in his neighboring bed quickly tossed a bottle of Quick-Acting Heart Reliever to him and addressed him in concern, “Young lad, do you need this?”
Shang Jing replied weakly, “Thank you, you are a lifesaver.”
He held onto the bottle of pills tightly and internally recited the words ‘self-acceptance’ ten times before he could barely come to terms with his stupid past.
Nonetheless, overlooking the emotions in the diary entries, they had provided him with an influx of information. His ‘Hubby’, He Jiang, was a celebrity with whom he was in a secret marriage. He also did not have the authority to contact him at will and would make sure he deleted all traces of their interaction after every session.
He Jiang had really spared all effort to keep this marriage a secret.
Shang Jing launched
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