MTL - Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife - ~ [Fan Wai 2] This daughter-in-law can't ask for it!

Because of boredom, Xu Jinyi entered a game. In this game called “Different Worlds”, he needed to play some cannon fodder or villain to live a happy new life.

Xu Jinyi worked hard to finish the game, and finally realized that this game was actually a scam created by Zhao Chengli specifically for him.

- Description from Novelupdates

[Sweet Pet + Book Transmigration + Entertainment Circle + Mind Reading Skills]

Shen Wanwan accidentally transmigrated into a certain domineering president’s novel and became the protagonist’s agreed wife.

As a small money fan who loves money like her life, Shen Wanwan agreed for the sake of money. She thought that as long as she was Mrs. Ji for one year according to the agreement, she would be able to get a divorce with money and live a carefree life.

But he didn’t expect to get the golden finger mind-reading ability by accident, and discovered that the domineering president actually hides a little chatterbox in his heart.

【If this woman treats me like a baby and asks me to stay for dinner, I can’t help but agree…】

[Oh, this dress is so beautiful, I really like it, no, I can’t show it on my face, I can’t make this woman too proud! 】

…

Ji Jinxian originally thought that he just found an agreement wife, and once the agreement was reached, the two of them would be able to break up.

But I didn’t expect to be gradually attracted by this little woman’s every move, and my heart fell unconsciously.

“Wanwan, I have a piece of clothing that I have bought too much, and I will give it to you.” Ji Jinxian pretended to be cold and handed over the couple’s outfit, but in fact he was extremely nervous.

“Wanwan, I have a banquet to attend tonight. I mean, if it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to accompany me.”

“Wanwan, I heard from my assistant that there is a popular variety show recently, and it seems that couples are on it together…”

On the surface, Ji Jinxian was as steady as an old dog, but in his heart he shouted countless times: “He wants to go.”

[PS: On the surface, there is a talkative boss VS who listens to the boss every day and tries not to laugh out loud. 】

- Description from novelbuddy

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.