After Giving up, the Fake Young Lady Was Group-Pampered - Chapter 7

You are the ruler, I am a subject, you want loyalty, I’ll give you loyalty. You are the ruler, I am the subject, you want my sacrifice, I will sacrifice for you. This lifetime, we’ll only be ruler and subject…… cannot become the one who accompanies you to experience everything.

A deposed empress, a failure of a substitute. Charging into battle, he was the emperor, and she, his general. But within the intimacy of their military tent, he was her husband, and she, his wife.

But everything was star-crossed. For the one he loved the most, he would push her into hell again and again.

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——If the whole world speaks ill of you, I'll whisper sweet nothings to you from a past life........Although the man in front of her made himself appear exceptionally ugly, it didn't matter because she urgently needed a loveless marriage.Who would have thought that after the marriage, she would discover that her husband seemed to be somewhat 'inconsistent'?Is it still possible to return him now?Li Yanan, an illegitimate son from the Li Family with no real power, is the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle.His unkempt and outdated appearance makes socialites avoid him as if they're afraid of attracting a toad!A toad? Ha!.......“The picture doesn't match the product, I want a return!”Staring at the breathtakingly handsome face in front of her, Lin Zhenxin couldn't help but wail........[Baby's Diary: My Home]My mom's cooking is really bad.Last night, Dad finally couldn't help but complain, “Even Oscar wouldn't eat the food you make”!Oscar is our dog.Mom got really mad and asked, “If it's so bad, how come you ate it all?”I said, “Because Dad is even worse than a dog!”Um~~ Can someone tell me what the domestic abuse hotline number is?.......★The first part of You Are My Sunshine seriesWhen you smile, the clouds fade and the wind calms, while my heart is in chaos.It's that time of year to start a new journey, um~ the synopsis is still not great, everyone is welcome to dive in!

Chu Qianze turned the pen in his hand in a circle and smashed it against the drum next to him, the loud drum sound resounding around him.

Facing the two people who looked over at him together, he pulled out a polite smile, which was very dazzling under the neon light.

“I’m sorry, you are ruining my eyes.”

Later:

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, the flashing lights that flared from time to time, and a few gasps, Chu Qianze’s mouth twitched: “Is this a new way to surprise people?”

***

Chu Qianze, who had just arrived in the world and was getting acquainted with his surroundings, was inexplicably pulled by a man and was held in his arms.

“I already have someone I like; it’s him!”

Chu Qianze looked at the person blankly, but saw that the other person turned his eyes away, his breath a little disordered.

“..?”

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.