My Fiancee Is The Villainous Female CEO? - Chapter 276 - It Had Been A Long Time Since Anyone Cared About Her So Much

Once he crossed over, Yu Que became a container for cultivating the heroine to exchange spiritual roots for the heroine.

The good news is that Linggen is still on her body now, the bad news is that she is competing with the heroine for the entry qualification of a sect, and her scumbag looks at her gloomily.

In order to survive, Yu Que decided to join an unknown sect.

Only after she got started did she realize that the small sect she thought was even better than the dogs raised by her senior sister.

And the whole division goes up to the master down to the dog, ready to blacken at any time, all of them are big villains who fight to death with the protagonist in the later stage.

But Yu Que doesn’t think the problem is big, isn’t it just blackening, it’s just a redemption script!
The master is a gentleman, and he missed the future mistress by accident. Later, his sweetheart was designed to die tragically. He took the sword and killed the whole family, and laughed and walked away surrounded by the monks of the right way.
Yu Que put a book in front of the master in awe: “If you grab it, you will grab the heart of the mistress.”
Open the page, “Thirty Days to Make Her Crazy for You”.
Master: ?
Senior sister is as beautiful as a flower, but she met a scumbag, and she was deceived so that her body and mind were broken.
Yu Que directly led the people to the largest small clerk’s building in the city, hugged from left to right, surrounded by fat and thin, and said in a loud voice, “Men are virtuous and virtuous, crooked Rui Goode!”
Sister: ? ?
The second senior brother is half-human and demon. He was discriminated against when he was a child. When he became an adult, he was overwhelmed with love and righteousness.
Yu Que shook his head: “The structure is small, what’s the point of ruling only one demon clan? Of course all adults need it! From now on, won’t the human clan and the demon clan be family-friendly!”
Second Senior Brother: ? ? ?
The little brother has a demon embryo, a natural bad seed, and his intelligence is close to a demon, and his strength is unpredictable.
Yu Que slapped a copy of Advanced Mathematics in front of him and sneered, “Oh, no challenge.”
Junior Brother: ? ? ? ?
Yu Que thought that what he was taking was a redemption script and that he was thinking of saving the world.
Later, the classmates who had been reborn long ago looked at the new junior junior sister who was blind and infertile, and gave this evaluation: poisonous.
Later, her scum father wanted to arrest her and go back to change her spiritual roots. She was pulled thousands of miles away by the most difficult little brother, and turned his head, the little brother smiled and said: “Little sister, your class is not finished Oh.”

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“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.

Humanity, on the verge of reaching the singularity through AI advancement, fell before it could grasp it.In a cyberpunk world where Seoul—and even all of Korea—no longer exists, a story unfolds of someone living leisurely amidst the chaos.

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.