My Wife Is The Final Boss - Chapter 172 - 0123 Miss Yun lacks a maid (2-in-1)_2

In the eyes of outsiders, Yan Ruxu’s conditions are extremely good: good looks, high education, a high salary, and a high position, but there is a fatal flaw: she is divorced, with a three-year-old child. Yan Ruxu didn’t care what others thought of her, she just wanted to raise her son well and live her own life.

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Keita Sumeragi was a man of dreams—once a hopeful mangaka who poured his soul into heartfelt tales of romance, comedy, and friendship. But the world never smiled back. Readers ignored him. Publishers laughed. And when the only offer he got was to draw the one thing he hated—NTR (Netorare)—he refused.Until life left him no choice.His wife walked out. His daughter starved. And when his first NTR manuscript was complete, the publisher gave the job to someone else.Broken, guilty, and hollow, Keita leapt from the rooftop with a bitter smile—Only to awaken in the world of his own rejected NTR manga.In this twisted realm, he’s reborn as the main protagonist—handsome, popular, and surrounded by women with all-too-familiar faces. His sweet and kind “motherly” wife resembles the wife who left him. His seductive stepsister has the same eyes as his daughter once did.In this warped erotic hell, where anyone can be seduced—teachers, aunts, even grandmothers—Keita must face his deepest guilt, his darkest fantasies, and the genre he once despised.Because in this world, NTR is fate.And the story must go on.

Lin Moran transmigrated into a book, and became a little maid with the same name in a fictional novel, serving around the eldest princess.
In the original book, the eldest princess has a withdrawn personality, is violent and unkind, and often plays tricks on people in applause.
Lin Moran was afraid that he would be killed by her, so he usually hides whenever he can, and would rather run to chop firewood and boil water than take the initiative to approach.
Unexpectedly, when she fell into the water one day, she was rescued by the Eldest Princess, and then even carried into the Princess’ room for an unprecedented time, and slept on the Princess’ bed.
Lin Moran: This must be a dream, it must be a dream…
When she opened her eyes, the princess was kissing her fiercely with her hair lowered.
Lin Moran:? ? !
She was terrified, and quickly asked the system in her heart, wanting an answer.
The system didn’t say a word, and directly typed out the cover of the original book and enlarged it in front of her eyes.
Lin Moran finally understood the reason when he saw the three big characters of abo.
It’s over QAQ
From then on, the eldest princess grabbed her and kissed her twice in three days, but Lin Moran couldn’t escape, so she could only let her hug her crying, kissing before eating, kissing before going out, and kissing before going to bed.
Lin Moran couldn’t stand it anymore, so he asked, “Wouldn’t it be annoying for the princess to kiss so many every day?”
The eldest princess: “No, it feels very good.” It’s over after being happy.
In history, there are many examples of canonizing the eldest daughter as the eldest princess. It does not necessarily have to be the emperor’s sister. You can check it on Baidu, and this article makes up the history.
There are private settings, differentiation without organs, the two people are 1v1 throughout the whole process, each other is each other’s white moonlight, and they walk hand in hand from beginning to end with one heart and one mind
A: Qian Yuan
B: moderate
O: Kun Wei
Cute and hardworking by x black-bellied scheming

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Moran Qin Yuci ┃ Supporting role: Next door “After being forced to kiss my rival’s boss” Please accept it in advance, thank you all! ┃ Other:
One-sentence introduction: The eldest princess wants to kiss me every day!
Conception: Love can conquer everything, giving people the strength and courage to move forward, invincible

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Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.