Reborn As the School Hunk's Dearest Daughter - Chapter 391 - Third Uncles Operation (3)

[The charming woman in the world who only wants to make money and start a career VS the super rich boss with a strong desire to control]

[Double birth, sweet pet article]

Lu Hanyao is cool and low-key, the most noble man in the capital.

At the age of 25, he fell in love with a girl who was ascetic as he was.

The girl is young and immature, weak and harmless, a delicate flower that will cry when touched.

He took the girl to his side, guarded him day and night, pampered her meticulously, finally waited for the girl to grow up, and prepared to marry someone into the door. The girl who had always been well-behaved and docile unexpectedly ran away before getting married.

After resurrecting his life, the first thing he did was to make the girl a legitimate Mrs. Lu.

…

In her previous life, Su Zhi was a canary raised by Lu Hanyao.

Lu Hanyao gave her the deepest love, the best life, and the most expensive gems, but he did not give her freedom and status.

Reborn at the age of 16, she decided to draw a line with the dog man.

Su Zhi: “Men will only affect my money and career.”

Lu Hanyao: “My surname is Shimingye, and I am super rich.”

Su Zhi:? ? ?

Lu Hanyao: “Welcome to do it.”

The friend reminded Lu Hanyao overtly and secretly, “Su Zhi’s being with you is just for your money.”

With a cigarette between his fingers, Lu Hanyao smiled triumphantly: “There are so many rich people, but she only covets my money, and it’s not because she likes me.”

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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.

You are the ruler, I am a subject, you want loyalty, I’ll give you loyalty. You are the ruler, I am the subject, you want my sacrifice, I will sacrifice for you. This lifetime, we’ll only be ruler and subject…… cannot become the one who accompanies you to experience everything.

A deposed empress, a failure of a substitute. Charging into battle, he was the emperor, and she, his general. But within the intimacy of their military tent, he was her husband, and she, his wife.

But everything was star-crossed. For the one he loved the most, he would push her into hell again and again.

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When we met for the first time in our first year of high school, he saw my contempt, but silently continued to clean;