Gourmet Gaming - Chapter 44: Sweet Potato Pumpkin?

“Second Master, Madam said that there is no money.”

“Hurry up and give her 200 million pocket money.”

“Second Master, Madam has been hidden by the brokerage company.”

“Buy the company and make her the boss.”

“Second Master, the doctor said that the child in Madam’s womb is not yours.”

“…Quack doctor! Get another doctor.”

In the previous life, Li Beibei was ruined by a scumbag and a bitch, and she was reborn with one trick, but she became the favorite of the top boss Fu Erye.

She abused the scum, the second master handed her a knife, she set fire, and the second master added firewood to her.

She turned the entertainment industry upside down, and the second master’s words “I’m used to it” made countless jealous people shudder. ——-Everyone in Yuncheng knows that the decisive and fearful Fu Erye has only one weakness. It was his little ancestor Li Beibei who had made a baby kiss with him. Even if her little ancestor wanted to ride on his head, he would bend down for fear that she would not be able to climb up.

Not only that, but in the eyes of outsiders, a man who is as perfect as a god is always rejected by his little ancestors, who think he is old, too rich, always step on the left foot first when entering the door, and even think that the moon on the roof of his house is not round enough.

Everyone couldn’t stand it anymore: “Second Master, your little ancestor is spoiled by you!”

Second Master Fu: “I am willing, who has any objections?” My little ancestor would have to get used to kneeling for a lifetime. ———I like you, serious and cowardly, from one end to the end——Fu Jingmo

- Description from novelbuddy

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.