The Nine Cauldrons - Chapter 593 - A Bloodbath in the Temple

In her previous life, she had given everything for him and helped him step by step to become a great minister, but she was not as good as her good sister who slept with him.

When the gentle and loving husband took her life, she realized that the love she thought was as deep as the sea was a joke.

To the end with hatred, Lu Xiang cursed angrily, wanting to let the person who wronged her and harmed her have a terrible death…

Opening her eyes again, she returned to the year she was fourteen years old. She had the same life, but she returned with hatred in her heart.

…

The night was dark and the wind was high, Lu Xiang picked up Chu Jinyan who was hunted down and seriously injured, his eyes sparkled.

“Hey, golden thighs!”

So without further ado, he dragged the person into his room to hide.

“As the saying goes, life-saving grace should be promised with your body… Ah, no, I will repay you with the spring, I saved your life today, and you have to promise me three requests in the future.”

Chu Jinyan: “???”

He doesn’t really want to be rescued…

Later, Chu Jinyan patted his thigh and hooked his fingers: “My concubine, come, I’ll give you my lonely thigh.”

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She: insidious, deceitful!

Him: despicable, shameless!

Passerby A: So they are a match made in heaven?

Passer-by: Bah, that’s called working in collusion!

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Looking at the beauty industry, the most popular setting for female bloggers were white rich beauties.

Before she became famous, she loved American brand Colorpop, Japanese brand Canmake, and Thai brand Mistine best.

After becoming famous, La prairie blue caviar eye cream for her left hand, CPB crystal moisturizing cream for her right.

Every day, the national brand was being blown up. After receiving the money from the owner of the brand, he said that this was by no means an advertisement.

Living in a small three-story building, the neighbors were renovating every day. She felt so sorry about the sound insulation of this expensive house.

One day, several bosses in the beauty channel of station B broadcasted a live Japanese tour.

Everyone bought no less than 100,000 yuan of Japanese top female skin care products, and told the camera that they would draw prizes to send them to fans.

She, who had always been pure and low-key, had been dubbed “The peak value of station B”

Darong Rong pointed to the luxurious gray ship on the blue sea level and said to the fans in the camera with a smile:

“I’ve already contracted the ship, and I will broadcast live seafood today.”

All the beauty makeup moguls: “…” Sister, its too much.

New post of the forum: [Rong Rong at station B! Is there a gold mine at home? ! I unilaterally declare that I am your long-lost daughter! 】

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Fans learned that there was a mine in Rong Rong’s home.

On this day, at the request of fans, Rong Rong launched a live broadcast

Show you around my home.

After seeing the gilded toilet and diamond-encrusted coatroom.

“That’s it!”

Fans: [Want to see sister Rong’s bedroom! ]

Rong Rong, who had always been fond of powder, actually ignored the screen and decided to turn off the live broadcast.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened.

In the moment, the crowd was so stupid that they thought it was a trick.

The handsome and dignified man walked out of the bedroom in a suit.

Seeing her holding a mobile phone, he stood there, with a finger on his tie and frowned slightly, “Last night, I was asked not to make trouble and hurry to bed. You got up so early today to play with your cell phone?”

Fans: “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh.” There was not only a mine in Rong Rong’s family, there was a mine hidden in the mine! Big! Boss!

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“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.