King Of Limbo - 59 Chapter 59

“An illegitimate child will always be an outsider.”For Yu Lixue, life in the Yu family was one of endless humiliation. As the unwanted daughter with no mother to defend her, she was treated like a pawn, used, ignored, and discarded. Her talents—her paintings, her songs—were stolen by her stepmother and conniving half-sister, who claimed them as their own. Her life was a series of shadows and silence, living under their lies.But when her half-sister fled an arranged marriage with Mo Ran, a powerful but reclusive man, the family forced Lixue to take her place. Once again, her wishes were disregarded. Her marriage to Mo Ran was cold, distant—another prison she had no choice but to endure.Until the night she died in a mysterious accident, her pleas for justice buried along with her.Yet fate gave her a second chance.Reborn into the same world that betrayed her, Lixue returns with a vow: she will take back everything they stole—her art, her voice, her freedom. And when she reenters her marriage with Mo Ran, he surprises her with a proposition: he will help her get revenge against those who wronged her. But Lixue is wary. Why is this man, who barely showed her any warmth before, now offering to stand by her side?As they plot against the Yu family, Lixue realizes that Mo Ran has his own reasons for revenge. Their alliance begins to blur the line between ally and enemy, and she questions whether he’s truly on her side or if he has his own hidden agenda.In a world filled with deceit and betrayal, Yu Lixue must decide: will she risk trusting her husband, or will she forge her own path to reclaim what’s hers, no matter the cost?Excerpt:Lixue stared down at the steaming bowl of soup on the table, blinking in surprise. Mo Ran placed it before her with a steady hand, his usual calm expression softened just slightly by a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. She tried to catch his gaze, but he’d already turned away, busying himself with the teapot.“Why are you…?” she murmured, glancing between the bowl and him, her voice trailing off.He looked up, meeting her eyes with a hint of amusement. “Why am I what?”She fumbled for words, her cheeks warming. “Why are you…being so nice to me?”A small smile played on his lips, barely there but just enough to leave her heart fluttering. “Is it so strange for a husband to be kind to his wife?”She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. The Mo Ran she remembered from her past life had been as cold as winter, never sparing her a second glance. This new version of him, warm and considerate, left her feeling…confused.“Eat,” he said, his voice soft. “You didn’t eat much at breakfast.”She nodded, taking the spoon with a slight tremor in her fingers. The soup was rich, comforting—something she would have loved as a child. The warmth of it melted away a part of her guardedness, leaving her strangely vulnerable.As she set down her spoon, she glanced at him again, still puzzled. “What’s gotten into you, Mo Ran?”“…”“Let’s just say I want to spoil you my darling..”Extra tags: #Rebirth#FaceSlapping #SchemingSister #ColdHusbandTurnedSweet#EnemiesToLovers#IllegitimateDaughter

Once transmigrated into a cannon fodder villain with the same name as himself, Wu You said that he had a headache.
The original protagonist did everything in his power. Not only did he offend the protagonist, but he also offended Zhao Qingzi, the biggest villain in the book.
The villain, Zhao Qingzi, has disabled legs, is obedient and gentle in front of people, kills people without blinking, and has a gloomy and crazy personality.
After the original owner stabbed her with a sword, she said on the surface that there was nothing to blame, and secretly sent someone to stab the original owner into a sieve and throw the corpse into the wilderness.
Wu You looked at his hand holding the sword, and then at Zhao Qingzi, the beautiful villain who was stabbed by him.
When his mind was blank, the voice of the male protagonist questioning him why he did this came, and Wu You suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Then he looked at Zhao Qingzi with a distraught expression on his face: “Qingzi, why do you always run to others! I love you! Look at me!”
Male protagonist: ? ? ?
Zhao Qingzi: ! ! !
Wu You always thought that this time-travel was a super-difficult survival dungeon. It was not until the end that she realized that the difficulty of this dungeon had been adjusted to be easy from the very beginning.
From the moment she uttered that absurd love, this girl who longed for light gave her sincerity.
Zhao Qingzi said, “I don’t like this world, but I’m happy with you, Ayou.”
Wu You held her hand and smiled sincerely: “Little fool, then I have to pester you every day, lest you still think about those sad things.”
In the end, the lie became the truth, and the two finally got married.

Optimistic and strong, through the book attack × ruthless double-sided villain

Content tags: Qiangqiang sweet text through the book
Search keywords: Protagonist: Wu You, Zhao Qingzi ┃ Supporting role: Column Tianwen “She’s Even Prettier than Me” for a collection, thank you! ┃ Other:
Introduction
Purpose: Be confident in yourself at all times

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My name is Qin Jue. At only 16 years of age, I'm already the youngest person to ever become an uncle-grandmaster in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect.Also, I'm the strongest being in this entire world!But unlike other transmigrators, I want nothing to do with the outside world and wish to live a leisurely life on a cliff behind the sect, sipping wine and singing songs.That is until one day, a mysterious girl appears in front of my yard…Join Qin Jue as he deals with sneaky sects and greedy, hostile clans, all while raising a "weed" to sentience and creating heaven-defying spirit-energy "guns".

The protagonist is reborn in the late Roman Republic and becomes a gladiator under Spartacus. How will he escape the tragic fate of being crucified, and how will he survive in the Mediterranean ruled by Rome? Stay tuned!

“Rome must fall! As long as it exists, we cannot escape our fate of death!” — Maximus