Palace Fighting: Naive Concubines' Ascent to Power - Chapter 588: Yesterday’s Pomp, Today’s Retribution

Infernal Demon Dragon: A dog like you dare to face me in combat? Do you wish to die so much?

She, the tribe leader of the Miaojiang witch tribe, was reborn as a pitiful little girl that everyone could bully.

(1V1, Shuang Jie, Two-way Secret Love, Chasing His Wife Long, Banning Cookies)

(Cold and dumb elite secretary VS paranoid and fierce loyal dog president)

Jiang Mingyu, a well-known all-round secretary in City A, is low-key and humble, with outstanding strength, and is a top talent that no one in the industry does not covet.

But no one knows that she has lost a memory in her brain, so she suffers from a mild emotional disorder and is also troubled by nightmares.

Tang Jinchuan, a terrifying business boss, has a level that must be avoided.

But also no one knows that he accidentally fell in love with his secretary, but he never managed to grasp the other party’s heart.

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In an accident, Jiang Mingyu found her panacea, but at that time, she didn’t want it.

It was not until she was forcibly pressed against the door of the office and had nowhere to escape that she had to face the man’s gentle and cold question,

“Jiang Mingyu, what are you running for?”

Only later, people still ran away.

The angry-eyed CEO chased half the world, and after finally catching the person back, he directly locked him in the basement.

In the endless reversal of day and night, Jiang Mingyu’s eyes were red, and she couldn’t help trembling and asked,

“Tang Jinchuan, what are you doing?”

“……you.”

- Description from novelbuddy

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.