From the Start, I Was a Landlord Making a Fortune

In the past, once the deed was done, the woman was yours. Now, even if you turn the rice into popcorn, it won't work! Actually, our country doesn't have a one-man-one-woman system, but rather a one-house-one-wife system. No house, no wife; multiple houses, multiple wives. I never understood why wives were called "first wife," "second wife," and "third wife" before, but now I really understand.

First in, pain; second in, numbness; third in, fourth out, slippery; fifth in, sixth out, won't let you pull it out; seventh, close your eyes; eighth, grit your teeth; ninth in, tenth out, your body is exhausted; a lotus flower flips on both sides, an eel burrows inside; the lotus flower clamps the eel's head, and a stream of clear water flows out.

You've only got a few female leads; look at Lai Xiaomin, his entire neighborhood is full of lovers.

I'd like to know why the ten houses don't have a property management company to collect rent, but instead collect it themselves?

This is ridiculous! There are only two women in just a few pictures; there must be hundreds of women in total.

Still a virgin after three years of time travel?! The protagonist must be a eunuch! A rich man still a virgin? The protagonist must be sick.

Anyone with stars in their party, please report in... Let me see how many big shots there are!

Regarding that aspect, it's said that most girls can't handle 12cm heels; they'll feel pain, and some even find 8cm painful. But today, a tough girl said she couldn't even handle 5cm; the pain was so bad she couldn't walk, she was unsteady on her feet, and it was incredibly painful. Yet, you see those beautiful women on TV who can handle 20cm heels without a problem... I genuinely don't understand, how can there be such a huge difference when wearing the same high heels?

Having read so many novels where every girl is a school beauty, what I want to say is... Do any of you have a so-called school beauty in your school? ... Whose school actually has one?

While eating, I noticed that my friend had brought the same dishes as me: shredded pork with green peppers and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. So I put my hand on his lunchbox and shouted, "Copy!" Then press your hand onto your lunchbox and shout, "Paste!" My friend was stunned when I opened the lunchbox and kept pestering me to learn this skill...