High-Level Martial Era - Chapter 660 - 360: Target Li Yuan! The Name of the Snake God

Beneath the peaceful façade of the modern world, an undercurrent of shocking crimes roils in the underbelly of society.

What should I do if my ex-boyfriend is in a relationship with a wealthy widow and wants to accompany her to a baby show, acting like a loving father and a filial son?

Qu Ning transformed into the aunt of her ex-boyfriend and took her stepson to the baby show together.

When the variety show starts airing, other parents prepare delicious food for their children every day, but the ex-boyfriend’s family’s food is different.

Qu Ning: “Son, please be self-reliant.”

Other parents raise their children in a fancy and joyful way, but my ex-boyfriend’s family sets a model worker standard.

Qu Ning: “Son, just stay alive.”

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At first, the stepson didn’t like Qu Ning and called her a vicious stepmother.

Later, Qu Ning said, “I count to three,” and the stepson obediently called Mom.

The audience couldn’t stand it: [Qu Ning is too fierce and terrifying. ]

The stepson learned to surf the Internet overnight: “Don’t meddle in other people’s business, this is what I do.” ]

No one expected that Qu Ning’s method of raising a baby in reverse would become popular all over the Internet, and various interview invitations came one after another.

The ex-boyfriend was envious and resentful: “Qu Ning, do you think it’s really easy to get into a wealthy family? As a stepmother, you will soon be the end of the line.”

Qu Ning smiled half-heartedly: “You must be the stepfather, but I may not be the stepmother.”

Ex-boyfriend:? ?

[Entertainment Circle, Variety Shows with Children, Marriage First, Love Later 1V1]

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The protagonist transmigrates into a novel and gains a system where they grow stronger by simply writing in a diary.July 7th, sunny: “The boss’s outfit is hideous again. Wouldn’t it be better to wear something cooler?”July 7th, evening: “I’m about to have my engagement called off. So excited! How should I act?”July 7th, evening: “Lin Qingyue, the female lead, is probably going to drown her sorrows in alcohol.”The protagonist thought it would be easy—just jot down daily musings, record life’s events, and earn rewards. All while playing the part of a villainous, bootlicking second-generation rich kid, moving along with the original plot.But unexpectedly, the female leads gain access to copies of the diary entries.One by one, they stop following the script, and the plot spirals completely out of control.July 10th: “The female boss is an idiot—no one would want her.”Soon after, the protagonist gets punished at work, all because they entered the office with their left foot first.

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