Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 1679 - 1669: He Knew What That Look Meant

(Popular female lead + Pretending to be weak to beat the strong + Fast-paced + Slightly sour then sweet romance + 1 male lead and 1 female lead + No face-slapping + Female lead and female second lead are good friends)

Jiang Yan was originally a scheming, sweet girl, but the system told her that she was actually a vicious female second lead who would never be loved.

Jiang Yan prepared herself to become a lonely beauty, but the characters in this mission world did not act according to the plot!

Jiang Yan wondered: “How did he agree to my pursuit?”

“Wasn’t he supposed to take the initiative to break up with me?”

“Why doesn’t he dislike gold-digging women and even gives me money to be with him?”

The vicious system crashed: “The characters of this world are out of control!”

1. Fake rich young miss vicious female second lead ✔ (Extra ✔)

2. Attention-seeking, money-crazy internet celebrity vicious female second lead ✔ (Extra ✔)

3. Pampered little princess vicious female second lead ✔ (Extra ✔)

4. Poor gold-digger vicious female second lead ✔ (Extra ✔)

5. Online dating scammer vicious female second lead ✔

6. Forcefully snatching sugar daddy vicious female second lead ✔

7. Ex-national sweetheart vicious female second lead ✔

8. Frail and delicate young miss vicious female second lead ✔

9. Childhood sweethearts ✔

10. Vampire little count vicious female second lead ✔

11. Blind young miss vicious female second lead ✔

…To be continued

Mainly lighthearted and heartwarming

Martin was a succubus who perished at the hands of the Sun God, struck down by a single divine arrow during the epic war between gods and demons. Meanwhile, Martin, a Ph.D. in literature and a seasoned movie enthusiast, lost his life in a car accident in August 2023. By some cosmic twist of fate, the souls of the two Martins converged within the chaotic currents of time and space, merging and eventually settling in the body of an eleven-year-old boy named Martin Myers, living in Los Angeles in 1996.A world without spiritual energy? Fortunately, as a succubus, I don’t need spiritual energy to cultivate; all I need is the essence of desire. Emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and excitement—are all desires. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become fuel for my growth. Alright, let’s see what reliable ways exist in this world to stir people’s emotions en masse. Hmm, becoming a writer—sounds promising; and music, that could work too; but wow, Hollywood movies! They have a global reach; this is perfect! What’s that term again? Right—“Idea Recycler.” I’ll start with writing, but the ultimate goal is to become an international movie star. Acting skills, you say? Don’t worry—I’m a succubus, after all!Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. All characters, settings, and plot elements belong to the original author and copyright holder. This work is shared purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe on the original creator’s rights.

I reincarnated as the wife of the cursed archduke in my own twisted novel.

As the author, I have a responsibility to fix this novel.

I have lifted the curse, which is the main problem of this story.

I thought my job was done. But when I was trying to go back, the archduke asked me, “Did you really think I wouldn’t know that you’re planning on returning to your fiance?”

‘My fiance?’

What I’m gonna do? He completely misunderstood the situation!

All I want is for him to please let me go home!

In a realm where even the faintest shadows whisper untold tales, I came to realize that the forgotten often hold the most powerful narratives.As an avid admirer of the world's most beloved series, I never imagined that one night's rest would pull me into its very fabric.“Why on earth am I stuck in this world? And why, of all people, am I him?”I had become Arthur Nightingale—Class A’s most unremarkable student. A magic swordsman barely worthy of mention, ranked 8th among the first-years. A mere footnote in the grand story.Still, with this body’s abilities and my own insider knowledge, I figured I could carve out a peaceful life. Or so I believed.“This was the only way,” the voice repeated, resolute. “The only way to stop her.”Little did I know how truly unique Arthur Nightingale was—or the path this journey would force me to take...