The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus - Chapter 397: Lin Cheng: "I see who dares to cut my title"; Qiao Ying: "I want people"

We’ve come to a world where the roles of men and women have been reversed. So, of course, women will rush to us. “You don’t have to bring water.” “Oh, okay…” …I guess I’ll just have to live the way I always have.

After a cruel betrayal in the hands of people he thought he could trust, Ethan Carter lost everything—his idea, his future, even his life.But when he wakes up fifteen years in the past, he realizes fate has given him a second chance!And this time, he’s not alone.[Ding!][OmniTech System Activated!]With a system guiding him and access to groundbreaking technology decades ahead of its time, Ethan was about to rewrite history!Supercomputers? AI? Quantum processors? Bioengineering? The system provided blueprints to all.Now, armed with the knowledge of the future, Ethan will rise as a tech industry giant, crush his enemies, and build an empire that no one can overthrow!Wealth, power, and revenge—this time, he’s taking it all!

Reborn in the early 1980s, what Lin Xia wished to do was to be “idle” to the extreme, and so wealthy that it dripped off of her...Having another chance at life, all she wanted was for her brother to live a long life of a hundred years, her younger brother to attend university, and to set up a small business for her sister;Yet, why were two highly eligible men taking turns to express their feelings for her?

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.