Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon - Chapter 43 - : Stay In The Countryside Forever

[Love After Marriage]In order to avoid an arranged marriage, Shen Yin, the young miss of a prominent household, jumped into the water in protest. When she opened her eyes again, she found that the world had become fantastical. Not only was she naked, but she was also lying in a large white tub. Just as she thought she was dead, she was told that she had a child and a husband. She tried to regain her clarity.

Xu Cun, who was reborn in 1977, started from Xiangjiang and built a global entertainment empire step by step.

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Passing through the world after nuclear war on Earth, all humans fall into a game called “Transcendence”.Through games, people can gain the power to move mountains and seas. The strong can cross the void or the universe and do anything they want.Stel had been in this otherworldly place for eighteen years when one day, he woke up with the ability to “Evolve Every Day.”Various talents?Evolve!SSS-class “Descent of the God,” all attributes doubled, resurrection from death.SSS-class “Soul of Arcane,” all magic cast without conditions, power doubled, ignoring the opponent's defense.What about different skills?Evolve!“Fireball” → “Flamestorm”“Wind Blade” → “Storm of Death”...And what about different professions?Evolve!Treasured items? Evolve!Pets? Evolve!By the time Stel stepped out of the gaming pod and back into reality, the entire universe was already at his feet.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”