The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension - Chapter 23 Uncle Li

Jiang Mian initially became famous in the entertainment circle with just one photo, in which the woman looked stunningly beautiful and unforgettable with a lazy, indulgent smile directed at the camera.Despite her beauty that captivated everyone, her acting skills were criticized, and the internet labeled her a “vase beauty.” Yet she didn’t care at all, “Is it my fault for being too beautiful?”#MyBeautySealsMyActingSkills#Since Jiang Mian entered the circle, she had been showered with endless resources, becoming so arrogant it made others jealous.Even her manager couldn't stand it anymore, “I say, ancestor, should I send you for a makeover, get you cleaned up?”Jiang Mian: “I don't want to.”Later, everyone unexpectedly saw Jiang Mian on the most popular variety show, and the internet sneered and questioned it.What shocked her was encountering her “missing husband.”During the recording: “Jiang Mian, you're 30 seconds late, you're penalized!”In private: “Wife, I was wrong, I'll kneel as punishment!”Latter, Jiang Mian gained countless fans from this show.North City's new CEO of Fu’s, Fu Sichen, had a sharp eye and acted decisively, creating a sensation in the entire financial sector as soon as he took office.One day, at an event, when Jiang Mian was asked about her ideal type, she didn't hesitate and said, “Definitely has to be manly! And if he has a sexy wheatish complexion, it would really hit the spot for me.”Fu Sichen: ?? Where did the wheatish complexion come from?After the event, Jiang Mian gave the man at home a fright, “Fu Sichen, you... why did you tan?”The man hung his head and looked at the woman in his arms, “I wanted to hit the spot in your heart.”—I love you, no turning back.

“Did you think healing me would make me love you more?” He scoffed grabbing my hair as he pulled me towards the door.“You're hurting me, Xavier,” I cried beating against him weakly. There was not much I could do.“If I ever see you an inch close to me,” He threw me against the wall “I'll damn the consequences and kill you,”.***My mate and I were destined to hate each other, only an act of true love or selflessness from the stronger mate could set our destines on the right path but for seven years, I had to put up with my mate's abuse and his supposed love of his life until one day I decided to leave.I left, determined to stay hidden from him forever... but I found out I was pregnant few weeks later.

A door unfolded before him.Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within.The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear.The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests.They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party.Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering.He had no reason to refuse.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”