Picking Up a Gorgeous CEO for a Wife - Chapter 81 - 0: Lying?

Humiliated by her ex-boyfriend's mother, Song Qiao was forced to end her first love. Facing the cold sarcasm from her half-sister, on the street in a fit of anger, she randomly grabbed a man, “Sir, do you have a girlfriend? If not, let's get married!”The man squinted at her and nodded, “Sure!”Marrying Lu Jingchen, Song Qiao received the utmost pampering, but just when she was falling for it, she discovered the reason behind everything...Five years later, Song Qiao made a strong return. Just as she stepped into An City's international airport, she was directly apprehended, and she was greeted with the squinting smile of a man, “Mrs. Lu, after traveling for five years, have you missed me and our son?”However, Song Qiao remained unfazed, her red lips slightly parted, “Sorry, Mr. Lu, we are already divorced. Please call me ex-wife!”The man was indifferent, pulling her into his arms, “I haven't signed the divorce agreement, and I haven't gone through the divorce procedures. How could there be an ex-wife to talk about?”

Jinhyuk, a gaming Nutuber, was the only person who saw the ending of the game [Tower of Trials].

However, when the game’s popularity declined, it became difficult for him to continue making a living as a gaming Nutuber.

Since he already saw the ending of the game, he was about to quit playing. But that day, [Tower of Trials] became reality, and Jinhyuk, who knew about every single thing in the game, took over everything faster than anyone possibly could! “I’ll show you what a true pro is like.”

“Stop following me!” Asher yelled, his patience running thin. He had let it slide for too long because she had done a lot for him. But now she was everywhere, suffocating him.“I’m only trying to protect you,” she responded.Asher sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I need some space, alright? I can take care of myself.”She didn’t budge, and just kept staring at him with that same obsessive look, like she had no intention of leaving.“Is it because you’re strong now? Are you going to leave me because I'm no use to you anymore?” Her voice had turned cold, sharp enough to cut through the silence.“Of course not, you know that’s not the reason…”“Then why do you want me to stop following you?”“I’m just going to the restroom, for God’s sake!” He massaged his temple, clearly at his wit’s end.“Oh, you should have said that earlier.” She giggled, the earlier tension melting away.“I did,” he sighed in defeat.

Akiyo Oshima was a successful man, with wealth, status, and a perfect life. However, by giving in to the temptation of betrayal, he awakened the wrath of the one entity he should have never angered—his girlfriend, Sayuri, who turned out to be Death itself.As punishment, Sayuri cursed him. Akiyo was stripped of his identity, his form, and even his gender. In every world, a new body would be created for him, allowing him to inherit memories and a random aspect of personality. Now, he must live as Shizune Accursed. But her new existence was far from a second chance. Trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnations, Shizune awakens in different worlds, with no control over her fate. And in each of those worlds, there's always a Yandere she has met or will meet, whose obsessive love inevitably leads her to her death—whether by possessive love, madness, or simply the need to have her all to themselves.Condemned to die over and over in the arms of those who love her in twisted ways, Shizune, in an attempt to understand the burden of manipulating others’ feelings, finds herself on a dangerous path. Will she survive and break this curse? Or will she remain forever trapped in a cycle where love is uncontrollable and always leads to death?Whether in a fantasy, futuristic, or modern world, where anything can happen, the question remains: who is really on Shizune's side? Are they allies she can trust, or just more Yanderes waiting for the perfect moment to seal her fate? Among men and women, even within her own family, Shizune will need to figure out who she can truly trust… before it’s too late.