The Lucky Wife Reborn In the 90s Era Has A Spatial Ability - Chapter 575 - : Love

No one is optimistic about the marriage between the most respectable man in Yun Cheng and the most disfavored daughter of the Mu family.

Qin Jianxi transmigrated into a very bloody novel.

She was the female supporting role who was pitiful, was divorced by the male lead, was used by the female lead, and was revenged by the male lead.

Dedicate her liver and kidneys to her family, anyway, wherever she needs to add bricks and tiles, she will be moved there.

This is really a miserable death after licking the dog until there is nothing left.

Now that she has become this super female supporting role, her fucking mentality has collapsed.

Money is not good? Isn’t the food delicious? Is it not good to live? Why do you do that…

When Fu Ge met Qin Jianxi for the first time, she was cleaning up her ex-fiancé.

I thought, this woman is really strong.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the second time, she jumped from the fourth floor easily and landed perfectly.

He’s so mentally broken.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the third time, she was dancing on the stage, sweet, charming and wild.

His heart fell completely.

When the scum found out that Qin Jianxi was the richest man, their mentality collapsed.

They hoped that Qin Jianxi would be dumped by Mr. Fu.

It turns out that she is the top scientific research expert, she is the computer expert, and she is also the top wizard in the medical field.

1VS1 favorite text, stronger men and stronger women. The male protagonist watches his wife with a 20-level filter, and his daughter-in-law is the most perfect in the world.

Heaven and Earth serve as the guesthouse for all living things, with Time being the sojourner since time immemorial.

As with the difference between dreaming and awakening, the distinction between life and death is diverse and confused, and changing.

What awaits us beyond time, once we have transcended life and death, heaven and earth?

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?