The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life - Chapter 333: A Good Fortune-teller Is The One Who Fears The World Will Not Be Chaotic

As a wife fan of the popular idol Huo Xi, Qiao Qiao’s most hated person is Sheng Qiao, an actress who ties up with Huo Xi for hype.
Besides taking camera to join some activities, her major daily life is to diss this white lotus sincerely.
She doesn’t expect that she becomes Sheng Qiao after her head was hit one day.

During the shooting process of her first cooperated love drama with Huo Xi, the first scene was NG for 27 times.
Huo Xi: Sheng Qiao, can you do it or not? If you can’t , you can be replaced!
Qiao Qiao: Husband, don’t be angry, I can do it!
Huo Xi: ? ? ?

Media: Sheng Qiao Leaks Out a Close Appellation, Huo Xi’s Hidden Marriage Exposure
Fans: You f*cking shit, Sheng Qiao, you lotus bitch, come out quickily and apologize and clarify!
The next day, Sheng Qiao explains in Weibo: Well… Wife fan, get to know?

Fight back in a desperate condition and hold the throne strongly.
[From being sneered at by all netizens to being supported and liked by them, the heroine also falls in love with her idol by the way.]

Popular star Sheng Qiao is recently photographed dating the Film Emperor.
In an interview with the media, Huo Xi is asked to send his wishes to this fan in the entertainment circle.
He looks coldly at the camera: Fake.
Sheng Qiao dispels rumors in Weibo hurriedly: I only like my idol. I’m not double-minded. Thank you.
At that night, idol gnashes his teeth in anger next to her ear: Announce our relationship. Immediately! Right now!

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What happens when a bored and hungry zombie woman who reads to fulfill her basic needs transmigrates into a dungeon apocalypse novel, the book that caused her accidental death?If she was a cannon fodder, it would have been better. Instead, she was the passerby who died after handing the female lead, the special ring- a great golden finger that ended the apocalypse.And she wasn't even mentioned by the female lead, who claimed all the credit for being the world's savior, forgetting her sacrifice.After understanding the situation and losing the ring, her first thought was to look for food and sleep.She doesn't want to be the hero of the world, she is kind to leave it for the female lead to hug all the glory.But the two men she saved randomly always hung around, unwilling to leave her alone, and a reborn female lead who kept staring at her with hatred.Update Time: Tuesdays and Fridays with two chapters each. (⁠〃ﾟ⁠3ﾟ⁠〃⁠)

I wrote a book once.It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones.It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners.Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill.Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff.I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth.And then something moved behind me.Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail.My tail?Yellow and black stripes and very, very real.I touched it. Completely real.My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail.What was going on?At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became.This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either.And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp.I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya.Sounds fun, right?Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore.This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality.Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author.But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive.I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant.What's that all about?

[Mature Content] [Dark Themes]Catherine Lane had the perfect job in Midnight City, secretary to Ares King, the impenetrable billionaire bachelor, infamously known as the devil CEO.To the outside world, Catherine's life was nothing short of flawless, but in reality, she struggles with debts on the verge of ruining her life. To avoid harassment, she decides to quit and get the cut that comes with it.As if that wasn't enough, her long-term boyfriend cheated on her, claiming she's a wreck with no future, and he's better off without her.Heartbroken and devastated, Catherine is grasping at the last straws when her boss, Ares King, proposes a contract out of the blue.“Become my wife for one year.”“Why me, Mr. King?”“Because we work, Ms. Lane.”The last thing she wanted was to make a deal with the devil. But this offer is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.Sell your soul to the devil for one year. How hard can that be?*****“I think that's all...” My heart throbbed as I grabbed my pen. Here comes the hard part.“You're forgetting something, Ms Lane.”“Hmm?”“We haven't looked over the special clauses.”Special Clauses? Shit! I forgot about that.“The next page.”I flipped the paper.Number one: The wife should under no circumstances fall for the husband. Should the wife breach this clause, all compensation shall be nullified and revoked.“Unfortunately, changes can't be made to that clause.”I scoffed. Does he actually think I'd fall for him?“Understood. Emotional attachments should be prohibited.”“This, Ms. Lane, is why I said we work.”A/N: This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.