Ex-Husband CEO, Stop Messing Around! - Chapter 154: There’s Blood

# FATETang Li, a loner learned in the mystic arts, transmigrated into a book, becoming an overbearing CEO's wife who only ever thinks of running away and trying to kill him everyday, even cohaiting with a gigolo and ended up destroyed by the CEO.Tang Li was speechless, thinking to herself that the Host must be crazy to want a gigolo instead of a CEO who has money, looks, and size!Eventually, everyone noticed in surprise that she gave up on the gigolo and started competing for the family inheritance. Not only had she accepted one impressive disciple after another, she kept hovering over her husband as well."Darling, I think you're having indigestion, I made you warm soup.""Hold me, darling. I'm afraid of the thunder~"***Unable to hold it any longer, the overbearing CEO undid his belt while saying dangerously, "Tang Li, you made me fall for you, and I'll have you know how deep is my love right now!"Tang Li (I just wanted a husband): "..."Listen here, darling...

Jeff Anzon, a young man who had just turned 18, was instructed by his father to inherit their family's fortune. He was stunned by this news since what was he going to inherit - their old wooden house? He didn't argue and decided to go back home since he missed them.But a huge problem occurred when he went to the airport and boarded the plane. During the flight, a weird phenomenon happened. Even though it was a bright and sunny day, suddenly it turned stormy, dark, and rainy. As the plane crashed to an uncharted island, Jeff found himself stuck on this island.So, what should he do? Of course, move on and build shelter. Luckily a suitcase floated before him, and he saw an axe inside. As he chopped a tree, he was stunned by the sudden occurrence.

(A fierce and adorable female lead VS an obsessive and sinister male lead, sweet doting + metaphysics + slight fantasy)

Jiang Xiaoxiao, the great master of the Mystic Sect, was born with an incomplete soul. Every full moon night, she would also turn into a tiny three-inch tall person.

The Grand Master said that in the sixteenth year of her life, she would meet a nobleman. The purple gold dragon aura on the nobleman’s body could lift her curse.

Xie Xun, the King of Chu, had his dragon aura taken away at the age of three. Plagued by bad luck, he was exiled from the capital.

The first time he met his adorable wife, his adorable wife shrank with a swoosh in front of him into a tiny three-inch being, standing in his palm dozing off.

Later, the King of Chu sewed a small pouch on the sleeve of each garment. When going out, he would put his adorable wife in the pouch.

And he told others, “My little one is weak, pitiful, and helpless.”

The little ghost shivered in fear: Have you seen someone using a kitchen knife to hack ghosts at a mass grave? Yes, it’s your weak, pitiful and helpless Queen!

The ghosts wailed at the mass grave: Have you seen a living person who could scare the ghosts to tears? Yes, it’s still your weak, pitiful and helpless Queen!

The entire netherworld exploded: Have you seen a newly wedded bride escorted by two Ghost Emperors and two Ghost Kings? Yes, it’s still your weak, pitiful and helpless Queen!

The country girl, Emily, was an orphan. She survived off the scraps that she could find from families around her. Every one of them despised her.

One day, a fairy-like little brother came to the city and brought her home.

At first, Emily wasn’t popular in other people’s homes, but she quickly awakened her god-tier learning talent. She could learn pretty much anything and everything in an instant.

Soon, Emily was regarded as a child prodigy. She was proficient in all sorts of arts, including zither, chess, and calligraphy, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

The elders and older brothers who didn’t really like her in the past were all captivated by her and spoilt her like a little fairy.

Every day, her grandparents, parents, uncles, aunties, and brothers fought to pamper her.

Grandpa said, “Baby, can you help Grandpa take a look at this painting?

Grandpa liked to collect oil paintings, but his deteriorating eyesight couldn’t discern good paintings from bad ones, and he kept getting tricked by sellers . So he had to consult the seven-year-old Emily because paintings that passed through Emily’s hands were never wrong.

Her father pleaded, “Baby, help me. The chairman of the Gu Site Corporation wants to get a calligraphy painting from you. This will determine whether my company can land a deal with them!”

Her brothers pleaded. “Baby, are you busy today? When are you going to visit your brother’s school? I promised the principal that I would bring you there. You can’t go back on your word.”