Second World - Chapter 1949. The Western and Eastern Lords

Amidst a world plunged into chaos, where rituals have collapsed and music has spoiled, and the universe is muddled, Gu Qingfeng finds himself transported to this tumultuous era.Initially, he only desired to live out his remaining years in peace. However, the birth of his first son made him realize that things were not as simple as he had imagined...

Song Zhiyi is really annoying.
Meng Xi has hated her since she was a student and competed with her.
After a dream, she realized that she was living in a novel.
Song Zhiyi is the heroine and a natural winner.
And she’s just a nasty supporting actress who needs to be brought down.
There’s nothing wrong, the heroine and the supporting actress are not born to deal with each other.
Meng Xi became more and more difficult for her, poured her red wine at the banquet, and asked the bodyguard to send her brother to the hospital…
The worst part is that he kissed her when he was drunk.
I don’t know when, everyone thinks they have a leg.
Meng Xi sneered at them: “Bah!”
But Song Zhiyi himself said, “Meng Xi, what kind of relationship do we have?”
Meng Xi was cold to her… unable to get cold: “…”
The arrogant and domineering young lady and the pitiful black and white lotus.
It’s cookies, it’s a weird two-way crush.

Content tags: The rich and powerful family has a soft spot, sweet text, wears books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Meng Xi, Song Zhiyi ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: It’s also really worthy of love
Concept: true love is to understand each other, respect each other, and make people pursue a better self

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

He is the heir of Di Hao Group; decisive, cold-blooded yet dotes on his wife a little too much.