Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen - Chapter 83: "Have you had enough?!

There was a big news in City A recently. The daughter raised by Haomen Lu’s family for eighteen years was not his own.

The real daughter returned to her place, and the fake daughter was sent back.

From a white swan to an ugly duckling, everyone is waiting to see Lu Ning’s jokes.

Want to see how she, a little princess who has been pampered for eighteen years, will live after leaving the rich family?

Lu Ning was not afraid at all.

Isn’t it poor? Just make money.

However, before she led the whole family to make a fortune, the whole family took her to play counting money at home.

The eldest brother of a certain industry giant dumped several companies to her: “It’s all yours. If you want to have it, there are all catering, entertainment, clothing, and playgrounds.”

The second brother of the top superstar: “Ning Ning, do you want to participate in the draft, I will write you a letter of recommendation.”

Even the youngest brother is a computer expert: “Sister, the person who hacked you will never even think about surfing the Internet in this life.”

Lu Ning: …Didn’t it mean that they are generally poor and useless?

Mother: “Xiao Ning, if you don’t like this gold, Mom will get you some diamonds, so that every piece of your clothes will be studded with diamonds, okay? Just wait, Mom will get you some diamonds!”

Father: “Xiao Ning, isn’t it exciting to use the black card? Dad will get you one with a limit, 50 million is much less?”

Lu Ning:? ? ? Didn’t you say that you can’t pay off the mortgage?

Lu Ning said that there is no room for her to play at all, so be quiet and be a salted fish.

but……

A mysterious organization: “Come and be our boss!”

Dean of a research institute: “Come be my successor!”

Lu Ning: … Is it over? ! I just want to be a salted fish!

The top wealthy Mr. Huo rushed over: “Baby! Come to my pot!”

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“Music, film, painting, calligraphy, sculpture, literature…”

“You know all this?”

“Just a bit.”

“You mean, you know a bit about all of these?”

“Yes, I know quite a bit about all of them.”

With the System in his pocket, he conquers the world through art, becoming the crownless king that all realms worship.

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Xu He had been his sister’s control group since he was a child. His elder sister was fair, juicy and good at giving birth. She was the heart of the Xu family, a flower in the village, and the talented people who wanted to marry her lined up from the village to the back of the mountain.

The little brother was only good at cooking, and he was busy from the stove to the field all day long, and no one paid attention to his disheveled face. People in the village talked after dinner, how the same parents had two very different children. With his sister as a comparison, it must be more difficult for He ge’er to marry. 

However, there were many young men looking for Xu He, but these people who got close to him were all to find out about his sister. Xu He had been used to it for many years, but recently, even Zhang Fangyuan, who was not doing business in the village, wanted to get something from him.

After inquiring, he tried to hide, but he was stuck on the way home, but the man said: “He ge’er, your cooking is delicious, and it will be even better if you are my fulang.”

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An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.