MTL - Treasure Hunt America - Chapter 53 dangerous game

[Family Favorite FL, Mutual Flirting, All-Out Spoiling]25th-century big boss Lu Jinqi accidentally blew herself up and was reborn into the 21st century in the body of a poor little thing with the same name.The Song family of Rong City: “Remember, you’re adopted. Don’t get any ideas.”Lu Jinqi: “Hmph, you wish.”Everyone in the circle prepared to watch the Song family’s annual drama, but the poor little thing turned into a “bad omen” with explosive power, slapping everyone’s face.“Ouch,” they exclaimed.He’s a cold, noble power player, the captain of a mysterious special task force, controlling Asia’s economy, yet he’s willing to submit to her.First meeting: Lu Jinqi accidentally falls into his arms.Si Jingyun: “Girl, taking advantage, huh?”Second meeting: She accidentally pushes him down.Si Jingyun: “Girl, throwing yourself at me, huh?”Third meeting: She accidentally touches his hand.Si Jingyun: “Girl, how does that feel?”Lu Jinqi: “I have something I’m not sure I should say.”

Finally caught up with the trend of crossing. Wait, everyone else has a golden finger when they cross, how can I become a little beggar after crossing!

Fortunately, the memory is still there, watching how I transformed from a little beggar to a top rich man!

- Description from novelbuddy

In the midst of the apocalypse, Chen Feng's ability is to communicate with the Abyss, and by means of power or some special sacrifices, he can summon demons from the Abyss to serve him.By chance, he travels back to the day when the apocalypse began...

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.