MTL - African Entrepreneurship Records - Chapter 261 threaten

“What I want, the Heavens shall not lack! ”

Jiang Yang traveled to a parallel world and became a garbage undergraduate graduate.

He got married as soon as he graduated, and reached the pinnacle of his life. Then he achieved nothing, his family was poor, and he was unemployed at the beginning. He only had one skill. Just when he was in despair, his wife raised his chin, “I will support you.”

She took off her glasses, and the big devil who once made the singing world tremble came back.

after many years…

Jiang Yang watched Huayu being turned upside down under the ravages of his wife, he had no choice but to spread his hands, blaming only his company for dismissing him.

As for him, he is the only king of entertainment who can subdue the devil.

This book is also known as: [I am a man with BGM] [My wife is a big devil]

【Dog food, daily life, entertainment article】

- Description from novelbuddy

A campus bullying incident led Chu Feng to receive a message of Rong Yun’s suicide after ten years.

Rong Yun’s relic is a novel based on him…

At this point, he came to know that Rong Yun had always liked him.

In deep regret, Chu Feng returned back to high school.

This time, he wants to protect Rong Yun, his achievement and let him have a different life.
At first, he only wants to compensate for his mistakes, but he didn’t know when his compensation become’s true love.

- Description from Novelupdates

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.