Rebirth of the Film Emperor's Beloved Wife - Chapter 109.1 - The Violent Banquet Team (1)

At the age of seven, Wen Ning met Gu Chixi for the first time and blew the loudest rainbow fart in her life: “Sister, you are so beautiful, I want to marry you!”

Tong Yan Wuji, everyone laughed, no one took it to heart.

In the future, Wen Ning always pestered Gu Chixi like a follower, but Gu Chixi was indifferent since he was a child, and was cold to everyone, but he didn’t bother her.

At the age of 20, Wen Ning summoned the courage to confess, but Gu Chixi left without saying goodbye, and there was no further news.

Until seven years later…

The company encountered a financial crisis and did not pay wages for nearly three months.

On the day the new boss was airborne, all the staff had a meeting. Wen Ning looked at the cold-faced woman on the high platform, her eyes twitching.

Isn’t this the childhood sweetheart she disappeared for seven years?

After the meeting, Wen Ning was invited to the president’s office. She was not polite and asked with a smile, “When will Mr. Gu pay his salary?”

Gu Chixi raised her hand and picked up the broken hair in her ear: “Then when will you marry me?”

“…”

CP: Leng Yan and Tsundere Captain x Gentle and Paranoid President

– Same sex marriageable, he
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Content tags: urban love

Search keywords: Protagonist: Wen Ning, Gu Chixi ┃ Supporting roles: He Yu, Gu Jinxian, Qiu Yiran ┃ Others:

One sentence introduction: Ome becomes a boss

Purpose: To be independent, to live a strong life even in the face of adversity

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Qiao Xuan, daughter of a county magistrate, supposedly had a fiance that everyone envied. But then her father’s legal wife schemed against her, and married her into a farmer’s family. On the night of her wedding, after seeing how shabby her room was, Qiao Xuan hung herself. When she opened her eyes again, a different Qiao Xuan had transmigrated onto this body.

The new Qiao Xuan stared at her husband and frowned after seeing how shabby the house looked. “Don’t worry. I know that you didn’t want to marry me, so I won’t touch you. I’ll apply for a divorce tomorrow and give you back your freedom.” But wait, Qiao Xuan hadn’t figured out what was going on yet! She couldn’t get a divorce, or else her father’s legal wife wouldn’t forgive her. Also, she was a woman of a different world and possessed special powers. Couldn’t she just build a business from here?

So it was decided. Qiao Xuan began assisting her husband and slapped the faces of all who wronged them. They kept leveling up, and went from being a poor farmer’s family to becoming the richest family in the area. Those who bullied her regretted their actions, and her husband had regrets too. “I never said I wanted to divorce you.” Qiao Xuan was perplexed when he was pressing her down on the bed. Why did he suddenly decide against getting a divorce?

Lady Bertia, who’s become my fiancée, is a bit odd. On our first meeting, she proclaimed herself a villainess noble girl who’s been reincarnated and said that she’s working hard every day to become a splendid flower of evil that’s elegantly put in her place.

I don’t get it.

But she entertains me because I don’t understand.

That’s why I think I’ll observe her for a while.

This is a story of a crown prince who’s so talented and handsome that he’s grown bored of his easy-mode life. A story of this prince observing a self-proclaimed villainess noble girl (who seems perfect at first but is a bit off) who’s become his fiancée as she snatches flags and breaks them into pieces.

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.