The Female Supporting Character Just Wants To Live A Good Life - Chapter 66.1: Heartbeat Part 1

wake up.

Luo Qingzhou became a little bastard of the Luo family in the Chengguo Mansion of the Great Yan Empire.

In order to help the second son of the Luo family regret his marriage, Luo Qingzhou was forced to marry into a married woman and married a foolish bride who was said to be unable to speak or laugh.

It wasn’t until after worshiping heaven and earth and after the wedding night in the bridal chamber that he suddenly realized:

“My wife, something is wrong!”

Not only is there something wrong with the lady, even the two little maids beside the lady and the rest of the Qin family are all wrong!

The big maid is sweet, charming and seductive, with a voice like a lark;

The little maid was as cold as ice and snow with a murderous aura, her throat was sealed as soon as she drew her sword.

My sister-in-law is talented, and she is as delicate and beautiful as Lin Daiyu.

The little cousin is arrogant and domineering, and the whip is fatal.

The father-in-law has a serious face, but secretly speaks dirty words.

The mother-in-law is as beautiful as a flower, and she loves to roll her eyes at the top of her head.

The second elder brother devoted himself to practicing martial arts and said that he wanted to honor his ancestors.

As for Luo Qingzhou, he just wanted to be a son-in-law honestly, and then sneak around and be invincible…

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Cui’s parents and girls are blind when they come, and their parents don’t love their mothers, and any servant dares not to look down on her.
Cui Ti has memories of being cold-eyed and bitter.
Waiting to see a lot of her jokes.
However, no one thought that she would be welcomed in a palanquin carried by the most glorious son of the Pei family at the most desolate moment.
Cui Ti doesn’t understand why Pei Xuan is willing to marry her, it won’t be love at first sight.
But she was grateful to Pei Xuan.
Not only did Pei Xuan give her respect as a human being, but he was also willing to hold her and protect her. He would support her in time before she fell, and patiently remove small fishbone for her.
He would hug her, kiss her occasionally, and never scold her.
Cui Ti is satisfied with the marriage.
As a blind person, there is only so much you can do.
So after getting married, she let go of her restraint and thought about raising children for Pei Xuan to repay his kindness.
But Pei Xuan still refused to consummate the house with her.
Before being pushed into the lotus pond, she was still thinking: Otherwise, forget it, he just pities me and cherishes me, not loves me.
Opening her eyes, waking up from a big dream—Cui Ti went back to three years ago.
What’s interesting is that she not only dreamed about all kinds of past events, but also dreamed that a fairy came riding a crane to open her spiritual eyes.
This year, Pei Xuan just turned eighteen.
In the next life, Cui Ti still married into Pei’s mansion.
On the wedding night, before the candles, Miss Cui suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her eyes, and Pei Xuan came out of the tub in a panic after hearing the sound.
Seeing the waterfall-like long hair of the “Good Husband” and the graceful and graceful body that cannot be concealed by the snow-white underwear, Cui Ti trembled physically and mentally, blushed and felt hot, and realized…
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① Cui is blind, and her spiritual eyes can only see Pei Xuan
②Double birth, Cui Tixian is born again, Pei Xuanhui will slowly recover the memory of the previous life
③Cui Tishou, Pei Xuangong (mutual attack in essence).

Content tags: rebirth, love and marriage, sweet text, disguised as a man, ancient history, mutual attack

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Magic is the programming language of the world. But in a fantasy world, nobody has ever heard about programming. That is, nobody except Aurea. Formerly known as Aurora, she was reborn with all the knowledge she brought from Earth.She spent the 40 years of her previous life studying society, science, programming, hermetism, mythology, and alchemy. She died financially broke and emotionally broken, but all her accumulated knowledge and her nerdiness are about to pay off.She starts her life as the daughter of a slave, set against impossible odds from the beginning. But if incantations work as a programming language, then she knows exactly what to do to turn the tables. Words and syntax were the bread and butter of her former life, and material components look more like APIs and plugins.She didn’t meet a Goddess, wasn’t summoned like a hero, didn’t have a System giving her an ability. Instead, she was just dropped there to fend for herself. But with her knowledge, she doesn’t need a cheat skill. She is the cheat herself.

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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