Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart - Chapter 310 - : Baron Lawrence Wants to Bring Her Back to Linton City

Ivy had a perfect life thanks to her wealthy parents, until she became the victim of bullying by Aidan - a boy who despised her for her privilege. Ten years later, Ivy is the CEO of her father's company and seemingly has it all.But when she is kidnapped by The Red Vipers, a notorious Mafia organization, she discovers that the boss is none other than her childhood bully, Aidan Blackwood.Forced into becoming his mistress, Ivy must navigate her conflicting emotions towards Aidan as they both struggle with their past traumas and unexpected feelings for each other. Will Ivy hate Aidan forever, or will she give in to the twisted love they share?

Saul traverses into a wizarding world filled with eerie mysteries and deadly crises.Determined to survive, he resolves t...Saul traverses into a wizarding world filled with eerie mysteries and deadly crises.Determined to survive, he resolves to overcome all obstacles and become a wizard. However, in this terrifying world, both apprentices and official wizards must constantly face the threat of death. Worse yet, Saul finds himself a prime target for persecution.Fortunately, he acquires a diary that can predict the future.But every prediction reads:[You bled out and died.][You turned into fertilizer and found great satisfaction in your new form.][You laughed yourself to death.][Three years later, you became someone else’s potion ingredient.]Saul: (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻ I don’t want this cheat anymore!Wait… Saul’s eyes suddenly lit up—Did I just rule out another wrong choice?Before long…Diary: (╯#-皿-)╯~~╧═╧ This isn’t what a diary is supposed to do!

She choked to death after drinking a mouthful of cold water. Was there anything more unlucky than this?

Of course, there was! When she reopened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a three-hundred-pound fatty.

Not only was she fat and round, but she also had a palm-sized black spot on her body.

She looked down at the layers of swimming floats on her body and swore to exercise and lose weight.

She had just lifted her leg when she collapsed to the ground. This time, she was prepared to go on a diet and lose weight.

When she heard the earth-shattering rumbles from her stomach, she held herself back.

She had not eaten for three days, but she realized that she had only lost one tael.

She instantly broke down. Sensing that something was wrong, she checked and realized that she had been poisoned.

As a descendant of a family that practiced traditional Chinese medicine, this was a small matter.

With acupuncture techniques in her hands, why would she be afraid of a little poison?

Before she could succeed in losing weight, the scumbag canceled their engagement and her stepsister came to provoke her.

‘It’s fine. Staying calm is more important. What? Does he dare to call me an ugly pig, a fat woman, a fatty? This is intolerable!’ With her acupuncture skills, she was able to detoxify the poison and become beautiful.

Using her competence, she managed to face-slap everyone and lose weight while torturing scum.

After accidentally rescuing a chronically ill uncle, he turned out to be her scumbag ex-fiance’s uncle.

She smiled maliciously and said, “Uncle, you should give yourself to me in return for rescuing your life!” When she saw the scumbag again, she said warmly, “My good nephew, call me Auntie.”

Persona:

Song Jiaren: Vengeful for the smallest grievance, naughty, and cheeky.

Yan Cheng: Two-faced, strong, patient, and cunning.

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