Turns Out, I’m from a Real Aristocratic Family! - Chapter 169 - : Little Bitch

What the heck? She, a famous doctor from the 23rd century, turned into a village peasant girl of a different world!

In the magical China, there are such a number of times to reject the special hiring of the world’s top hotels, and several times to reject the magical farmhouse music interviewed by international TV.

The farmhouse is located in a remote corner of the city, where no one should be interested. There are parked one car after another in front of the door, the official bowl, the star song, everyone has to get off the queue

~ “Boss ~ another one ~”
“Limit one per person!”
“I am out ten Double the money!”
“Do not sell!”

With another rich second generation sighing out, all the queues in the queue are smiling in good faith~ another person rejected by Ye boss! “Ye Boss is really a strange person with principles and rules!”

Ye Chen: With the farmhouse music system, upgrading and raising salary, welcoming Bai Fumei, embarking on the peak of life is not a dream! The system is now word: one of the two goods, the identification is completed! Everyone nodded…

- Description from Xbiquge translation

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

She, the prime minister’s daughter, was timid and cowardly. Because her engagement fell through, and her reputation was ruined, she was pressured to spill her own blood in the palace hall! Once again opening her eyes, the cowardice had vanished, replaced by coldness, causing others to be intimidated at first glance. Yet no one realized, she was not her.