Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire - Chapter 17: Is the company going to be acquired?

Ye Sang’s five daddies were all villains wicked beyond redemption who were doing bad things in the world. Eventually, they were all killed by the male lead!

And so, she had to hug onto their thighs tightly to prevent them from courting disasters and instead rise to the peak of their lives.

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Number one, the biggest influence in the business industry: “The weather’s getting cold, it is time for the Duan family to be bankrupt.”

Number two, the smartest villain: “Imma teach that Duan guy a lesson today.”

Number three, a genius in the medical field: “I’ve reincarnated and I will make him pay.”

Number four, the god of Esports, and number five, the god of acting: “Today, only one shall fall and one shall stand.”

Their little ball silently hugged one of their thighs. Daddy, Sangsang hungry~

All the villains who were on their way to take revenge immediately thought, ... screw that, I’m busy spending time with my daughter!

And then, the entire City A found out that these five vicious and merciless villains weren’t scared of anything but their daughter crying.

Everyone who saw this thought, ...wait, why does this scene look so strange?

Why are all these great villains busy raising their daughter?

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All these villains who could cover the sky with their hands never thought that the cute daughter they raised could be stolen by the Duan family’s little wolf!!!

Duan Jinyan hugged the girl tightly in his arms, “Why are you running? Sangsang, call me brother and my everything will belong to you.”

He is the ruler of the mercenary realm, an overlord that gives headaches to the leaders of any country! For the sake of his friends, he’s willing to sacrifice himself; for the sake of his family, he does not hesitate to spill blood! He is a dragon, one that soars above even the highest of heavens. He’s a power that advances triumphantly through unstable situations, stirring up both the winds and the waters.

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.