Possessive love by powerful billionaire CEO - Chapter 186 - I Like Her

The archaeologist “red-haired witch” made too big of a disturbance while excavating tombs, gloriously becoming a martyr in the midst of the grave chamber’s collapse. Seventeen years later, she had transmigrated into the Five Regions Continent. The delinquent Meng Fuyao who struggled to survive in the lowest rungs of society, cast aside her boyfriend who was about to marry another person with a slice of his five fingers.

【Time Travel + Workplace Competition + No Lazing Around + Ambitious Female Lead】Overachiever Shen Wei traveled through time and found herself as the lowest-ranking maid in the grand residence of the Yan Prince.The Yan Prince held a prestigious position, but his consorts were all content to live dull lives. The noble-born princess consort was as tranquil as a chrysanthemum; the concubine sought a life of monogamy; the reincarnated woman was utterly disillusioned with the Yan Prince and had given up on striving for anything; and the other timid concubines dared not make a move…The queen of workplace competition, Shen Wei, declared: Don’t stop me! I’m going to outwork these unambitious slackers!…The Yan Prince had grown accustomed to the stagnant atmosphere in his harem, until a particularly skilled courtesan appeared.This concubine was stunningly beautiful, adept at both literature and dance, hardworking, and always brought him fresh excitement. The Prince couldn’t help but take a second, then a lifetime-long, look at her.Years later, Shen Wei became the all-powerful Imperial Noble Consort, with children and the emperor’s exclusive favor.Meanwhile, the princess consort remained as tranquil as ever; the concubine was aging and had yet to experience a monogamous life; and the reincarnated woman was still eating simple meals in her modest abode…After half a lifetime of striving, Shen Wei finally reached retirement and revealed her true nature, fully embracing a life of leisure. The retired emperor interjected: “You competed for favor just to retire?”Shen Wei snacked on melon seeds: “What else?”Living is all about retirement!The retired emperor was even more surprised to find, in midlife, that other men were vying for his wife’s affections!

Zhang Beixuan, who transmigrated into a parallel world, became a Daoist Purple Robed Celestial Master.Before the old Celestial Master passed away, he arranged a marriage for him, instructing him to share his bridal chamber with a thousand-year-old fox spirit.As Zhang Beixuan was utterly confused about the meaning of this, the next day, he received the fox spirit’s dowry and marriage contract.Ding! The Daoist Prosperity System has been activated. Since the host has bound to it for the first time, it offers a divine-level choice once!Option One: Refuse the thousand-year fox spirit face-to-face and self-castrate, making it clear that he will never agree to the bridal chamber. Reward: [Fiercest Celestial Master Plaque] [Thousand-Year Fox Spirit Essence]Option Two: Escape now, never to return to the mountains, with the reward of [Top-Quality Youthful Essence, Maintaining Vitality and Power, Cultivation Speed of a Thousand Miles in a Day] .Option Three: Who cares about fox spirits, snake spirits, or female ghosts? If I don’t enter hell, who will? Reward: [Savior of All Beings Title] [Hundred-Year Cultivation] [Golden Light Spell Max Level] [Celestial Master Daoist Robe]Zhang Beixuan looked at the options and silently picked up the dowry on the ground.“Let it be a fox spirit, at least she’s a female.”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”