The Dragon Prince's Wife is a Translator - 1264 Chapter 2 Mao Mao love story

When she agrees to help her friend out in a blind date, she never imagined it would lead her to the one man she'd hoped never to encounter again—her child's father.Her first instinct? Run. But life has other plans, and she finds herself inescapably drawn back into his orbit as his company's legal advisor.Just as she's poised to resign, escaping the tangled web of personal and professional ties, she's cornered in his office by the man who is as relentless in business as he is in pursuit of her heart.In a game of cat and mouse, she is faced with a choice: succumb to the undeniable chemistry that still sizzles between them or risk it all to maintain the distance she's fought so hard to keep.

This is a story about a reborn Immortal Emperor, who plays the fool to trick his enemies!The regrets of the past life will not be repeated in this life! If one day I become the Immortal Emperor, I shall ensure blossoms bloom profusely!

Reincarnated without memories, given a second chance as a chimera with a limited lifespan. Leon struggles through his strange new life. He attempts to improve his dungeon and evolve himself to live longer and become the strongest Dungeon Master—no. The Dungeon Overlord.Helped by his Dungeon System: the mysterious Ifrit, Zafira a Level 100 Succubus Queen, and his band of trustee goblins. Leon aims to overcome his limits, survive and reach the pinnacle of the world. Whether through trade, domination, or tricking the hero's beautiful party members into becoming his private mercenaries.Leon will face the weakest and strongest beings in the magical world of Umbra and surpass all!

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”