MTL - Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife - Chapter 724 Black, really black

A huge scandal rocked the Qi family. Young Miss Qi gave birth to triplets before she was married!

Jiang Xiaoman was bound to a system when she was three years old. The system told her that she was the lost daughter of a wealthy family assigned to play the cannon fodder in this script. The fake daughter that her parents adopted was the heroine of the story. 

Jiang Xiaoman blinked her eyes and asked, “What is a cannon fodder?” 　 

System: “You all live in a book, and everyone is assigned their role. From now on, you should keep on blackening and be a bad child. Do you see that little boy? He has a bigger role than you, in the future, he will become the big bad villain. Why don’t you bully him now, and show him up real good!” 

The naïve Jiang Xiaoman picked a handful of colorful flowers and stuffed them into his hands. “I’m showing you something really good!” 

System: “…”

Darling, you got it all wrong! Not showing him something good that way!

The little boy: “I don’t need friends, I don’t need company. I’m just a burden that no one wants. It’s my destiny to be abandoned.” 

Jiang Xiaoman: “That’s wrong. Everyone’s existences have meaning. System said you are especially important, even more important than me. You’ll be a really really useful person in the future!” 

System: “…??”

Did it say that?? 

Later on, the system stopped giving Jiang Xiaoman any tasks. Jiang Xiaoman was very sorry and said, “Mr. System, why won’t you play with me anymore?” 

System: “… just try to grow up first and learn to understand every word! You’re killing me!!” 

Jiang Xiaoman worked hard to blacken (not really) under the system’s supervision until she was reunited with her wealthy parents. She scratched her little head and asked, “Mr. System, what about the task? Didn’t you say that we should fight over the family’s wealth?” 

System: “What kind of wealth do you still want to fight over? You already have more money than your wealthy parents!”

[Warning: Matured Content]“Do you want me to carry you in my heart?”....The moment he was born, the world remained in winter. No rainfall, no bright summer, only snowfall.He was a threat to every living being in the world...Cyrus, the devil incarnate. Devious, dangerous, cold as ice, the being everyone wanted to kill and the being everyone feared..Being the only fire mage, Sage, the princess of Credia, stood as the main protector of her kingdom, Credia, during dangers. Her life changed when she was told that she was going to get married to a cold hearted beast, the last ice dragon.....Excerpt“We might be married but I am not going to sleep in the same room with you,” Sage said, gritting her teeth.A smile tugged his lips. “Is that so?” He asked and placed his leg on top of the other.Sage frowned deeply. “Yes,” She drawled, clenched her fists which busted out raging flames of fire.“I am going to sleep here, with you.” Cyrus said calmly and stood up walking towards her slowly.Sage couldn't deny that she was scared but she wasn't going to let her fear get the best of her. “Don't come closer!”“Why?”“I am going to burn you!” She screamed, closing her eyes shut.Fear swallowed her when she felt a cold hand grab her wrist and her back met the bed with Cyrus hovering over her.He leaned his face close to hers, diverting his lips to her ear and said with a seductive deep whisper that sent chills to her spine.“I want you to burn me, my love,”

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.