Harem Startup : The Demon Billionaire is on Vacation - Chapter 147: Under The Table

Receiving the terrible news of never again wielding the bow has him spiralling down depression lane.However, things took a turn for the better when he opened up to see he had been transmigrated to a world of his favourite novel, as a character bedridden in a coma for five years.Aldrich Aldaman is an extra who met his end after being in a coma for five years.

Seven years ago, after their breakup, he disappeared without a trace.Now, he reappeared on the eve of her wedding, sparing no means in forcing her to marry him…With a certificate of marriage, he bound her mercilessly to his side.From there, this “Cinderella” began her journey as a wife of the business empire’s heir...Mrs Huo - composed, sharp-tongued, and freakishly smart.Mr Qin - wife-spoiler to no end and a complete “slave” to their daughter.Quality love story, one on one. You are welcome to get hooked on this story with us.

Copy one:
The depressive little girl with her soul disguised as a man is pitiful. The all-round female artist Qiao Yu originally thought she was holding a script for the upgrading of the entertainment industry, and the rest of her life should be surrounded by fans, hugging from left to right, but unexpectedly she was surrounded by three The big brother chased and blocked, but he couldn’t get rid of it.
The genius novelist with future royalties of over 100 million has soft eyes: “I can write you any character you want.”
There is something in the words of the C-person of the men’s group that is popular with half the sky: “Their fans say that we have a lot of CP feeling.”
The crown prince of the group with a net worth of tens of billions boldly tested: “Xiaoyu, do you want resources?”
Qiao Yubenyu: “You don’t need to duck.”
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Text two:
In the last life, Qiao Yu’s looks were not strong enough to make up for it, but in this life, the poor Qiao Yu has a god-given appearance, beauty and strength coexist.
It is said that the entertainment circle has been fighting for many years, and the appearance of Qiao Yu has finally unified the fan circle.
She is the omnipotent treasure idol.
She is the top traffic at the peak of her debut.
She is the rose teenager that everyone is crazy about.
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Q: What are your thoughts on being named the most sleepy male artist among girls in the fan circle for three consecutive years?
Qiao Yu: Eat less vegetables and drink more, everything in your dreams.

Content tags: Soul transformation Entertainment circle Women disguised as men Shuangwen
Search keywords: Protagonist: Qiao Yu ┃ Supporting roles: Ye Xiguang, Fang Qiubai, Ji Weitong ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: She is a beauty pageant boy.

- Description from novelbuddy

I became the fiancé of the tyrant male lead, a character who becomes a villainess because she was obsessed with the beautiful tyrant.

Of course, in the end, she was killed by the tyrant.

Still, this all happened before the original story began.

After diligently performing a dozen or so actions that would cause me to be dumped by him, I succeeded in becoming a sound friend of the tyrant, who turned out better than I had thought.

“How was it?” asked the female lead, who he saw for the first time.

“Hmm?”

“I meant your meeting with Miss Diel (female lead), Your Majesty.”

He tilted his head slightly. Hey, don’t pretend you aren’t interested.

It is said that he fell in love at first sight, but I saw it all.

Hehe. I chuckled and poked his arm with my finger.

“You know what? Please let me know if you have someone you like.”

“Why? So you can kill her?”

Heh, do you think I’m like you?

I smiled sincerely and answered him. “Well, I’ll break off our engagement at the right time.”

“Miss.”

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

I somehow became speechless after my gaze met his glaring eyes.

He stared at me and laughed quietly in a slightly husky voice. In a subdued voice, he then said, “Don’t make a joke like that.”

His hand stealthily and gently brushed off the strand of hair on my cheek.