Little Prodigal Alliance Head (and Cook) - Chapter 437: Find a Revival Pill

Zhen Lang and Gu Jing have been childhood enemies for over twenty years and pretend best friends in front of their parents. Zhen Lang and Gu Jing’s source of happiness is defaming their enemy (each other) at every opportunity, dreading the day their parents’ match-making dream comes true.

“My name is Yang Jian, when you are reading this, I am already dead.”A mysterious sheepskin scroll, an eye that peers into darkness, this is the tale of a survivor

Ji Yan discovered his wife, who hated him so much that she wished he was dead, had lost her memory after a car crash. She had changed so much it was like she was a totally different person…

When he goes to work: “Dear, don’t move, I’ll put on your shoes for you.”

When he is having a meal: “Dear, I have made all of your favourite dishes. You have worked hard, so eat up.”

When he finished work: “Dear, you have worked all day. I’ll massage your shoulders and feet.”

Ji Yan: “…”

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Tang Tang got pushed into the pond by her step sister who frequently bullied her. She thought she would meet her dead mother but, who knew, when she opened her eyes again, she was in a strange place. But what made her happy was that she had a super handsome husband and a very cute son. The most important thing was that her husband was good. He was a hero who protects the country, and earns money to support her and their son. Also, he only has her as his wife, he didn’t have any concubines or whatsoever. Tang Tang decided she should be submissive to her husband, to be a good wife and a loving mother. Her nanny no longer needed to worry about her not being able to get married anymore!

- Description from Novelupdates

After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.