Another World’s Versatile Crafting Master - Chapter 1296 - No Next Time

Yu Ziyou and Zhong Wan served different masters.

They had once been the closest of souls, and were the bitterest of enemies.

After losing the fight for the throne, Zhong Wan brought his two young masters with him far toward the borders for the sake of survival. He relied on the little friendship that existed between him and Yu Ziyou when they were young. He borrowed some of his personal belongings while also dropping various hints around which made everyone think that there was something intimate going on between them.

Given the Yu Clan’s powerful authoritative presence in the imperial court, this appearance of a close tie allowed Zhong Wan to live a much better life than before. As such, the stories he cooked up began to carry more and more weight.

As rumors of their lovely romance spread a thousand miles into the horizon, Yu Ziyou, who was located in the distant capital city, eventually caught wind of his deeply moving and epic love affair. In a trance, Yu Ziyou, who had been completely brainwashed for seven years, believed in them. He guessed something special really did happen between them back in those years…

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[Love After Marriage + Nausea and Vomiting of Pregnancy (NVP) + Flash Marriage + Sweet Pampering]A calm and self-possessed business tycoon vs. a highly intelligent, pitiful medical studentLuna Axton, for whom even a twenty-yuan milk tea was a luxury, never expected that one day she would get pregnant and marry into a wealthy family!On the first day of their marriage, he said, “We are just using each other for mutual benefit. Don't expect anything more.”On the Nth day of their marriage, he said, “Wifey, please give me a kiss. I'll take care of the baby, I'll wash the diapers! In my eyes and heart, there's only you and our little one.”Before marriage, she couldn't even afford a cup of milk tea; after marriage, the tycoon's whole family takes turns pampering her! Not only was her mother, whose life was hanging by a thread, cured, but even during childbirth, a master of traditional Chinese medicine begged to take her pulse!Some people mocked her for climbing the ladder through improper means, for her humble origins, and for being foolish and dull.Blaze Fairchild: “I proposed the marriage, I chose my wife. Don't you know I'm the one who got the better deal?”A certain ambassador plenipotentiary: “Luna Axton is my beloved daughter, born with top-tier specs in every way!”As she secretly marveled at how lucky she was, the aloof President Fairchild wrapped his arms around her waist and coaxed softly, “It's not that you're lucky. Meeting you has used up all of my luck.”

When a young woman is killed in a traffic accident on her way home from work at a tax bureau, she suddenly finds herself transported to the world of the otome game she was playing the night before – but instead of the heroine, she’s been reincarnated as the bad guy! Using her knowledge of the game, “Iris” manages to avert personal disaster and decides to rebuild her life with her modern-day economic know-how. This is one mean girl who isn’t going to let her perceived reputation stop her from being a heroine!

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.