Reincarnated as Napoleon - Chapter 362 An Order from Napoleon

Su Wan is a Realm Destroyer. She shuttles to different time-spaces using the identity of the “Cannon Fodder Ex-Girlfriend”, dedicated to plotting how to happily tear apart the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

There’s no such thing as protagonists who can’t be torn apart, only Ex-Girlfriends who don’t work hard enough~

*Xu Xinyi woke up and had obtained a system, the system told her that she was a female partner with a miserable/desolate end.

In order to prevent this ending, Xu Xinyi driven by the system, worked diligently on what a female partner should do.

Yi Yang couldn’t tolerate it anymore/at the end of one;s patience, and at last mentioned divorce.

Xu Xinyi’s heart felt ecstatic as she put the divorce agreement in front of her husband and with a sorrowful, heartbroken look on her face waited for her husband to sign.

—“Hurry up! Sign quickly! I can finally leave this darned place!”

Suddenly Yi Yang who could hear Xu Xinyi’s thoughts threw away the pen and said, “Not leaving.”

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Ever since Yi Yang discovered that he could hear Xu Xingyi’s thoughts, he found that his wife kept kissing up to him and saying she loved him but in her heart she would laugh at that.

She loved him on the surface.

“Husband, you are so nice, I love you very/so much ah!”

—“I won’t be spending the rest of my life with this arrogant man forever, will I? I am the most wretched woman in this world!”

She yelled at Yi Yang: where am I not good! Tell me! I can still change! Wont that work then?

- Description from Novelupdates

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?