MTL - Only I Can Use Summoning - Chapter 899 , Thunder and Fire Contest

Su Tao had been in love with Xie Jin for four long years.

Everyone knew that Xie Jin was paranoid and had a strong desire for control, while Su Tao was obedient and would listen to anything Xie Jin said.

As a secretary who only knew how to follow orders, how could she stay by his side and have access to privileges that were beyond the reach of ordinary people?

With the “help” of others, Su Tao finally discovered that Xie Jin’s paranoid demands were an attempt to mold her into the image of his former secretary. She was nothing but a substitute.

Without leaving a trace, Su Tao only left a resignation letter and disappeared completely.

No one could have imagined that Xie Jin, who couldn’t find Su Tao, was like a devil. No one was able to calm his rage when he went insane.

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The next time Su Tao saw Xie Jin was at the annual meeting of a rising star company in the industry.

She appeared as a shareholder and stunned the crowd, attracting the attention of countless young talents.

Just as she was about to leave, Xie Jin suddenly grabbed her wrist and his fiercely red eyes were filled with madness: “Be good, don’t go.”

Su Tao pulled her hand back and looked at him coldly, “I forgot to tell you, I’ve never been obedient.”

Xie Jin held onto Su Tao’s clothes and choked out the words, “I’ll be good.”

#ChasingWifeAtTheCrematorium#

A paranoid CEO who becomes obedient to his wife X a calm and determined secretary.

[Note:]

1. HE (Happy Ending), 1-on-1 romance

2. The female lead is not a substitute.

When Ye Mo suddenly woke up, he realized that everything around him seemed to have changed: He has been transmigrated into the modern Earth where spiritual energy is scarce. His pretty master from his former world was nowhere to be seen. Most importantly, he found himself in the body of a young man who has been abandoned by his clan for an embarrassing reason…

- Description from Novelupdates

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”