MTL - Take Taobao to the Ancient Times - Chapter 116 Confession, rejected

Demons? Monsters? It was a fox demon who came to his room and seduced him at night. A wedding to tie their fates together.Bai Yunzhi, the fox demon who fell in love with Su Bian. Su Bian helped her mother 25 years ago, and Bai Yunzhi repaid her family favor. She dual cultivates with Su Bian on her wedding night with twists and turns, thus tying the red rope of marriage to each other.

Han Dong works as an extra as well as a fortuneteller who foretells marriage fortunes extremely accurately. One day, he accidentally foretells his own fortune and discovers that he and a Mr. Golden will become “a match predestined by fate”. As a straight man, he doesn’t hesitate to ruin his image in front of Mr. Golden — acting as a fool, a despicable man, making himself as annoying as possible because he is afraid that the other man will take a liking to him.

Did you think that this golden man would fall for him? You’re wrong.

Han Dong tosses from side to side but unexpectedly becomes tempted, he begins to use thousand ways, a hundred plans in order to rescue the situation. As a result of his acting skills before, his foolish image already entered deeply into the man’s heart……

Note: Thousand ways, a hundred plans = by every possible means)

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Son of a bitch! I just finished this godawful fantasy novel, and now I'm knee-deep in it – as David, the disgraced son of the Solarian Empire's top general! Talk about some twisted cosmic joke. But hold on a damn minute... maybe this isn't all bad. Armed with the knowledge of that trashy plot, I can become the ultimate shadow player, an overlord perhaps. Screw the damsel-in-distress harem too – it's time to pull the strings and become the real power behind the throne. This isekai might be a steaming pile, but I'm rewriting the ending with a little more... Debauchery (wink wink).

One day, in front of my eyes appeared a silver-haired Goddess.

What kind of bullsh*t is this woman spouting?

“…What?”

No, I’m not.