Rebirth in the 90s: Her Counterattack and Redemption - Chapter 45 Melancholy

【Ancient to Modern transmigration, Little Bodyguard and Film Emperor marry first later love, Entertainment Circle struggle】

Yang Anyu, he is the general’s personal bodyguard. In the end, his soul transmigrated into a second-generation young master from the modern world, and after that, he once again encountered his “General” Yi Chenyan.

The great general he especially respected and revered, actually became an actor? (And is in fact, the popular Film Emperor)

What made Yang Anyu more shocked——he was already “married” to Yi Chenyan.

Several years later——

Fan A: Our Little Yu’s face-quality is high, acting ability is good, can sing and dance, when filming action scenes he is even more handsome, handsome to the point of collapse! Completely is a capitalized Su word!

Fan B: If I cannot sleep with Yang Anyu in this life is there still any meaning to it?

Fan C: But I heard he’s already married, his wife must have saved the whole world in her last life ah!

Yi Chenyan: ……

Big Film Emperor Yi looked at a certain Yang Someone under his body, recently he’s been becoming more and more possessive towards him, what to do?

- Description from Novelupdates

Yu Linglong is the shu (born of a concubine) daughter in a general’s family. Since her mother was only a tribute dancer, her position is the lowest of the low. She used to live with her mother outside the father’s residence, and they only received some monthly money from him. He didn’t bother seeing them. But when her mother dies, she moves into the general’s residence.

In a game-like world where dungeons, monsters, and players appear.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.