Spirit Soul - Chapter 262 The Five Plunderers

Sang Qianqian, the eldest daughter of the Sang family, was eighteen when she fell in love with Shen Hanyu at first sight.”I love you, Shen Hanyu.” “But I don’t,” Shen Hanyu replied ruthlessly, his every word determined. “Not now, not ever.”

Furious, the wealthy daughter planned her revenge against Shen Hanyu but somehow discovered that he would eventually become a cold-blooded, tyrannical big-shot who would destroy her family! Her spite towards him skyrocketed, but after she left, he missed Sang Qianqian like crazy, who was now leading a carefree life after moving far away and faking her death. Suddenly, she heard the news that Shen Hanyu, now a magnate and seemingly crazier, had her grave exhumed and was now on the search for her. Alarmed, she quickly packed up her things to go on the run again… only to find the man himself standing outside her door, breathing through gritted teeth, “Running again? Go for it.”Knowing that escape was futile, Sang Qianqian changed her approach and tried to charm her way out of the dangerous situation, only to fail and end up submitting herself.***

Years later, realizing she had been tricked, Sang Qianqiang threw the divorce papers in front of Shen Hanyu. “I want a divorce!”Shen Qianyu simply pulled her into his arms and leaned in for a kiss. Pulling away after a long while, he asked hoarsely, “Still want a divorce?”Left dazed by the kiss, Song Qianqian mumbled, “N-No…” “Then call me darling.” “D-Darling…”Shen Hanyu nodded in satisfaction. “Good girl.”

Xia Xingchi was very poor, until he died and transmigrated into a book to become a young master who was adopted back into a wealthy family, becoming rich in an instant!

It was a pity that the book’s moral values were distorted, and he was only cannon fodder while the fake young master who stole the show was the protagonist.

Loved by neither his father nor his mother, Xia Xingchi was forced to marry the frail and sickly villainous big boss. If he escaped the marriage, it would be the end for him. At the engagement banquet, the fake young master set up a trap to lure him into fleeing the marriage and making a scene, but didn’t expect that his eyes would light up on the spot as he rushed up excitedly to say, “Hey, husband!”

This appearance like an immortal, this perfect figure with wide shoulders and long legs……the little fortune hunter was disinterested. In his eyes, his fiancé Li Chengyuan was a gleaming humanoid cash machine!

Xian Xingchi resolutely sat on Li Chengyuan’s lap and held his hand affectionately: “Mr. Li, do you believe in love at first sight?”

— Whenever he heard the call of money, he believed.

Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that Xia Xingchi was truly an idiot, and he was bound to be tossed to the ground by the villainous boss on the spot. Unexpectedly, Li Chengyuan lowered his eyes in silence, and smiled faintly after a moment: “I believe.”

In full view, he picked up Xia Xingchi and abducted him home.

Xia Xingchi was shocked: Wait! Let me go! Your script is wrong!

Facing the derailed plot, the little fortune hunter had no choice but to make money in the entertainment industry to get rich — while giving Li Chengyuan the most loving end-of-life care –

According to the plot of the original book, the villain was about to die.

Li Chengyuan’s face was pale, and he asked weakly in a low voice: “Will you agree to everything I say?”

Xia Xingchi thought of the 100 billion inheritance that would soon belong to him, wept with joy, and nodded with tears in his eyes: “Tell me, I will definitely promise you.”

To his shock, a certain dying person immediately rose up: “Mark your words.”

Xia Xingchi, who couldn’t get out of bed the next day: “Damn! A person dying of illness can also do this sort of thing!”

Li Chengyuan: I don’t know why he always thinks I’m going to die, so I have to show him otherwise

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Chen Yan travels between worlds, ending up becoming an honorable prince in a medieval fantasy world. Yet this world was not quite as simple as he thought. Witches with magical powers abound, and fearsome wars between churches and kingdoms rage throughout the land.

Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief, spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city, while fighting against his siblings for the throne and absolute control over the kingdom. Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders coming from the realm of evil.

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[Mature Content]

‘All it took was breaking one rule that she was not supposed to’

He was the bad boy with tattoos. She was the good girl with glasses, and she was his.

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When Julianne Winters decides to move to the dormitory of the reputed University, she has everything planned so that she can complete her graduation and leave the place. But her plan is quick to catch fire from the moment the eyes of Roman Moltenore from senior year lands on her. And his appearance screams nothing but TROUBLE.

“What rules?” Julianne asked with a frown as she read through the page. She was sure she hadn't seen any rules of the campus mentioned on their website.

# 4. No using cell phones.

# 12. Students should not roam outside the campus after eleven in the night.

The further she read, the more bizarre it turned out to be. Her friend turned the page and then pointed at the last rule # 29. Listen to Roman Moltenore.

“This is made up. Look, the last one is even written in pencil.” Julianne couldn't believe that her friend from the next dorm thought she would fall for it. “And no phone?”

“It is important you abide by all the rules. Especially number twenty nine,” said the girl in a serious tone. “Remember not to get involved with Roman. If you happened to see him, run in the other direction. There is a reason why it is written down here.”

With the rules of the campus, she resorts to sending handwritten letters to her uncle. But who knew it would end up in someone else’s hand!