My Iyashikei Game - Chapter 298

On her wedding night, Mingmei had a dream.She dreamed of a “Book of Life”.And the protagonist of this book was her mother-in-law, who would bump her head and faint the next morning, only to wake up reborn.Apparently, her mother-in-law had returned from fifty years in the future. She had witnessed the changes of the era and experienced social development. With this rebirth, she intended to ride the wave of the times, work hard, and lead the whole family towards glory. (Take this with a grain of salt)Of course,Along the way, she planned to reform the little troublemakers in the family, deal with the big troublemakers in the courtyard house, and let them feel the iron fist of justice as a side task. (This part is true)Mingmei, the young daughter-in-law who had vaguely heard herself described as “a lazy, gluttonous, good-for-nothing”, bit her blanket and whimpered.What should she do?Bang!A sound came from the outer room.Mingmei: Here it comes! Her mother-in-law has been reborn!Reading Guide:1: Dual female protagonists: Protagonist One: The reborn mother-in-law, Zhao Guihua; Protagonist Two: Mingmei, the young daughter-in-law who can see the future in her dreams.2: A slice-of-life story about a working-class family in an old Beijing courtyard house, featuring an ensemble cast.

After facing her fiancé’s betrayal, things take an unexpected turn after Tang Mo’er inadvertently gets involved with the Capital’s preeminent magnate, Gu Mohan.

Fast-forwarding, Tang Mo’er clenches on a pregnancy test kit with two red lines—testing positive—and confronts him. “Young Master Gu, why did you make me pregnant?”

Gu Mohan hands a baby over into her arms. “My dearest wife, be good. That’s our second child.”

And so Tang Mo’er can only hustle and take care of her two children, but unbeknownst to her, Young Master Gu has also been coveting her love and affection…

This is a face-smacking, sweet-love novel set in the entertainment industry.

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Undercover police officer: We are two-on-two, so we can’t be careless.

FBI undercover: I’m in a one-on-three, and I have to be vigilant.

Zhenjiu: My teammates are very reliable, I don’t need to worry at all, and I give comrade hr Jinjiu a five-star praise.

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The semi-invincible text, some of the protagonists refer to Dazai Osamu, the stray dog.

Without a heroine, the only thing that can make the hero’s heart beat faster is the bill.

- Description from novelbuddy

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”