Reborn Lady: Unparalleled Daughter of Concubine - Chapter 170 - Who Was the Final Winner

As a rising Formula One race car driver, Ye Ci had always been criticized.

“Aloof and indifferent, unable to be reasoned with.”

“Suspected to have a mental illness, is this person really suitable for the track?”

“He doesn’t really love the sport, racing is just his way of venting his violent emotions.”

Huo Tinglan’s demeanor was always elegant and protective in front of the media, and he said that his husband was just quiet and introverted. After five years of marriage, they respected each other and were quite harmonious.

It was not until Ye Ci died unexpectedly during a race that Huo Tinglan gradually realized . . . . . .

He wasn’t quiet and introverted, but instead lifeless. Before finding his refuge, Ye Ci had gone through too many dark and painful moments.

After enduring years of suffering and longing, Huo Tinglan was unexpectedly reborn. Ye Ci was only eighteen years old this year, and everything was within reach.

Huo Tinglan was cheeky and went directly to his door to ask for a kiss.

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Li Xingwan had transmigrated into a book, becoming a D-list celebrity scandal-ridden and already married.Her husband was a bad omen. Rumor had it, he was a poor and elderly man with hemiplegia. Not only that, she also had to play stepmother.In effect, Li Xingwan was just like a widow.Regarding these rumors, Li Xingwan herself remained silent.The clamoring on the internet grew more intense.“That person who appeared on screen just now, couldn't have been a woman taking care of her hemiplegic husband, could she?”“And what about that ugly freak of a stepson?”“Won't this family put on some sort of tragic drama in front of the camera?”“Li Xingwan, she's just shameless. For money, she'd even marry a hemiplegic.”But...As the camera panned,who was that cold and abstinent Buddha's Disciple? And who was that soft, adorable little bun?!Ahhh! I'm going crazy!!

A mysterious object triggers Arya's sudden death, reincarnating him into a world of cultivation, spiritual beasts, and powerful sects.Reborn as Su Kang, a genius of the prestigious Su family, he befriends Li Fang, and they embark on numerous adventures together.However, Li Fang, shielded by a seemingly invincible “protagonist's halo,” recklessly offends powerful individuals and engages in constant face-slapping for even the pettiest of reasons.Though Su Kang tries to help his friend, Li Fang remains unfazed by the dangers he attracts.Ultimately, tragedy strikes. Those close to Li Fang perish one by one, yet his numbers of female companions continues to grow, even taking Su Kang's own fiancée.Li Fang's enemies, relentless in their pursuit, eventually destroy Su Kang's family and take his life.But now, Su Kang has been granted a glimpse into the future. He has seen the destruction that awaits him and his family.This time, he will not be a mere sidekick to the “child of destiny.” This time, Su Kang will fight back. His battle, however, will lead him to an unexpected battlefield: The heart of Li Fang's captivating and mature mother, Bai Yunxi.Su Kang: “I have always admired you, and I want to marry you.”Bai Yunxi: “You... What are you talking about?”[He traded vengeance for a lover's heart,To win the battle for a mother's heart.]_____________________________________[It's my first novel so I there will be some mistakes but bear with me.]

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.