Apocalyptic Wasteland Simulator - Chapter 127 - 122: Misunderstanding! The Gossiping Soul of a Female Classmate

It is said that humans only reveal 5% of their DNA. The person you perceive yourself to be and the person others judge you for is determined by this 5%. No one can know what is in the hidden 95%.

For money, Jin Jumo “signed” herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year.Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, “I like women who keep their place, understand?”“Yes.” Jin Jumo nodded lightly.So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line.If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be...---“Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago.” Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her.“So?”“So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?” Jin Jumo gritted her teeth.“Hmm...” Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, “Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?”“It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter...”Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant...Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman.Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent.Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart.---Four years later.“Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?” The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller.“Yes.” The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony.“But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?”Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

*Slow Burn Historical Fantasy Novel*

Elise had about to change into the dress that was lying on the corner of her bed when she heard a knock lightly calling from her door. Curious, she turned the door knob only to have a tall man towering in front of her.

“Master Ian!” She called.

Ian smiled with the usual mischievous smirk that he always used. His crimson eyes trailing a little over her room and spotted the black dress over her bed and shifted his eyes over to the woman in front of him. He stepped forward and spoke. “Where did you acquire that dress?”

“Mr. Harland gave it to me.” Elise replied and strained her neck to see Ian’s brows knitted in its elegance.

“Do you know why a man would love to give a woman a dress?” He gave the riddle that she always had to think twice before replying. But this time, she found no answer and instead shook her head. “I don’t know.”

His grin grew bewitching as though something had stirred deep inside the scarlet eyes that he had. He slowly slid his hand over the collar of her dress, sending a cold shiver that startled her for a moment due to its freezing temperature. After unbuttoning the first two buttons on her collar, he tilted his head down, whispering to her ears. “Because they want to be the one to undress the cloth.”

He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her and leisurely replied. “Unfortunately, you can’t wear the dress over there with this.” He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. “And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you.”

Elise was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being.