My Heavenly Master Wants a Divorce

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Also known as: The Feng Fei Marriage Defense Campaign, The Tale of Feng Fei's Desperate Attempts to Get a Divorce, The Bloody Case Caused by a Red Envelope

Feng Fei, a fortune-teller who had shut up shop, was taken hostage. An hour later, he went from single to married, trembling with fear.

Tang Xu: I hear my fate says I'll lose two wives and marry a third?

Feng Fei: Are you going to divorce me?

Tang Xu: Silly, what are you saying? I'm devoted to you. How could I ever leave you? Don't overthink it.

Feng Fei: No, please divorce me...

Tang Xu: There, there. Don't be afraid. There's still room in your husband's coffin for one more body.

Feng Fei: Before marriage, my motto was: Make money, make money. After marriage, it's: Fight for a divorce and do my best not to get killed.

Coming soon:

"Surprise, I'm a Dad"

I only went to one high school reunion. Why did my belly get so big?

Ning Xuan bent over the sink, staring down at his huge belly and wailing. He had a terminal illness.

A sad story had recently been spreading around Kyoto University. Ning Xuan, the heartthrob of the architecture department, had a terminal illness.

Poor thing, his family was so broke that he ate steamed buns with pickled vegetables three times a day and wouldn't even buy a bottle of soda. Where could he get the money for treatment?

Sigh, what a poor soul. Let's raise some money for him! Fifty from me, a hundred from you. You donate a shirt,

I'll donate a pair of pants. You bring him a bowl of soup, and I'll bring a dish of vegetables. Everyone who cared about him teared up whenever they met. Whatever it took, they had to cure him.

The poor thing was only twenty, still so young.

A muddleheaded bottom x a top student and celebrity.

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