The Last Circle - Chapter 8: The Gift of Guilt

Cliché! Cliché! Cliché!OP protag? Check.Beautiful girls? Check.Standard plot? Check.Sub par writing? Yes.Sit back, turn off your brain, and stuff yourself with this junk food novel! I would also like to add that this novel is a touch more romance heavy! A touch!I also post on Scribblehub, the main site I update on. If you like what you see, consider supporting me on patreon!

After dying from staying up too late, Su Yijia found herself transmigrated into a historical novel as a minor female character.Giving money and treasures to the female lead? Daydreaming! All the good stuff belongs to her!Forget about golden fingers; she has natural talent as the daughter of a wealthy family. Tricked her into marrying a disabled tycoon? No problem, he can still be of use after a little fixing.As for conspiracies and schemes.... Watch how she tramples her enemies, punishes the scum, and beats down all those with evil intentions.The yield-boosting liquid she invented help crops to surge fivefold? Her ointments are being snatched up globally?Want to buy something? Take it slow! The treasures she has are beyond your imagination.Becoming rich is nothing. She wants to stand proudly with her beloved homeland, dominating the world together!What? To use the golden finger requires her to kiss and hug her husband?Come on sweetheart, today is also a day for us to cuddle sweetly.Qin Kaize: Online plea for help! With a wife sweet and charming alike, he can't stand one more moment of being confined to a bed. What can he do?“Passionate and Sweet Little Spouse vs. Cold and Mysterious Disabled Tycoon”

After being framed by her boyfriend and best friend, Nicole ended up spending the night with a mysterious stranger. She thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected rendezvous, but when she woke up the next morning, she couldn’t help but feel bad about what she did. All of her guilt, however, was washed away when she saw the face of the man lying next to her.

“He’s... beautiful,” she whispered, awed by what she was seeing. Her guilt quickly turned into shame, and it drove her to leave the man a bit of money before she left.

Kerr was astounded. ‘Did that woman try to pay me? Like a prostitute?’ he thought, offended. “Ask the hotel manager for the surveillance video,” he commanded his assistant authoritatively, his eyebrows furrowed. He had a determined expression on his face. “I want to find out who was in my room last night.”

‘And when I find that woman, I’m going to teach her a lesson!’

Where will their story go?