I! Accept Disciples and Become Stronger! - Chapter 232: Luck? That’s not necessary!

When Gu Qingchen opened her eyes again, she was reborn back to when she was sixteen and gained the ability to read minds.

Once again facing those who pushed her to the brink, those who had harmed her, she smirked.

This time, just watch how she lived a colorful life this time around!

Why did that physically weak yet wicked and intelligent Mr. Rong, a man who was immobile yet could strategize like a master tactician kept looking for trouble with her?

How did a great foe become a great ally?

“Mr. Rong, is it alright to do the Rong family in like this?”

“If they dare to have ideas against my wife, then they better be ready for me working against them.”

“Don’t forget. You are also a member of the Rong family.”

In the distant future on Earth, there was a girl with God-like powers. That girl is the last survivor of the former human race that flourished in ancient times.

The Ancients.

And on that very same Earth, a new breed of humans with the ability to wield Magic emerged.

That girl began to observe the new human race silently.

Sometimes called a God, other times called Satan, that girl continued to observe the new human race.

This is the story of the happenings between the lonely girl and the hardworking new human race.

“You look so familiar, Miss, have we met somewhere before?”He looked at her with a smile.

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.