The wealthy stepmom became wildly popular in the parenting show - Chapter 395 - Invitations from Various Realms

This novel is also known as Master Fu's Mysterious Darling Wife

She is the The Young Miss of Military family Shen, her face is peerless, her temperament is cold, and she is her family’s treasure, but isn’t accepted as one’s child by her mother;

He is The Sole Heir to the top giant Fu Family, his power is unparalleled, indifferent high-born, the captain of the mysterious military force, and the youngest commander-in-chief.

Because of her grandmother’s wishes, she married him at lightning speed. She thought that it was a marriage that she needed, but she didn’t expect to be greeted with his extreme pampering.

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Xu Shuyan and Lin Yi, as the beauty emperors of The Notes girl group, have 700,000 CP fans, are resident in the center of the CP list, and won the first place in the annual “Truth is True” CP list.
However, no one knew that the two were rivals in love in private, and looked at each other with disgust.

An event site.
Xu Shuyan: What are you looking at?
Lin Yi: You are the one staring!
CP fan: I look at [yes] in today’s activity photos, she loves her so much! I’m addicted to this eye candy!

Lin Yi: Come closer and I will call the police
Xu Shuyan: Do you think I want to? Today’s business KPI has not been completed yet, hurry up and sell it
Lin Yi: yue
CP fan: The two of them are in a relationship, and what they say is true!

After a year or two of business like this, the entire entertainment industry agreed that Xu Shuyan and Lin Yi were the only concubine of The Notes. After the two had a crush on their teammates, their relationship broke out and they left the group and got married.
In an instant, the crush turned into a lovelorn.
On the night of the wedding, Lin Yi drank to drink away his sorrows and respected Xu Shuyan: “This is the end of our business, and starting today, I mean to be.”
Xu Shuyan stared at her, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, pinched her face, and said every word: “Okay.”

The next day, Lin Yi woke up on Xu Shuyan’s bed.
Lin Yi:! ! !

#Love Rival Becomes Lover
#Business becomes sincere
#About my falling in love with my rival
#假高冷真头黑黑rapper Gong x Tsundere as a fine lead singer
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She was the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of the General's Mansion, treacherously harmed and died a miserable death. Perhaps moved by pity, heaven granted her rebirth. She returned to four years earlier, not only possessing heterochromia that allowed her to see what others couldn't but also equipped with a portable space. She vowed to make those who hurt her and her mother pay in this life.He was a Prince with a Different Surname from Moli Country, holding military power and commanding awe in all directions. It was said that he had conquered most of Moli Country, and even The Emperor showed him deference. Legend had it he was a bloodthirsty prince who killed without blinking an eye.One day, she encountered a ragged but handsome man on the street, who chased after her, shouting, “My wife, my wife.”The woman said, “Damn it, who is your wife? Aunt isn’t even engaged yet! Go where it’s cool and stay there.”The man responded, “You are my wife, and I've decided to follow you for life.”“A feel-good story, both leads are strong, a pampering love story with 1v1 romance.”

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.