The Fierce Illegitimate Miss - Chapter 162

Yun Xiaoxiao was knocked unconscious by her phone and transmigrated into a female supporting character in a tumultuous era.The original character abandoned her family to return to the city and was accidentally killed by her abusive husband.With the Golden Finger shopping app in hand, Xiaoxiao could buy whatever she was lacking and raised her two kids plump and healthy.But when she wanted to divorce the male lead and live a wonderful life alone, the male lead was suddenly unwilling!Male lead: “Wife, I'll make sure you have a good life.”Da Bao: “Mom, I will honor you well.”Xiao Bao: “Mom, don't leave us, I can be cute.”The father and sons acted pitiful, just trying to keep her, who had crossed over.Back, back, back...You belong to the Main Female Character, not to me, the female supporting character.

Tao Xiaodong had a blind brother. Tang Suoyan, gentle and calm, was his brother’s favourite doctor. As such, Tao Xiaodong loved Tang Suoyan as well.

Oftentimes, people lose sight of that which was easily gained.

Over the years, Tong Ning was so coddled by Tang Suoyan that he failed to appreciate how fetching this rare specimen was—dumping him without pause, and picking him up again when he had a change of heart.

Except, this time, he was a step too late. Tao Xiaodong had long made his move.

Tao Xiaodong looked at Tong Ning, telling him with a smile, “It doesn’t matter who Tang Suoyan used to be with. He’s mine now. As long as I don’t let go, you’ll never be able to take away what I hold onto.”

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"There is a thin line between poison and medicine, and I shall make you dance on it!"

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.