The Young master's fake bride and her lucky system - Chapter 362: More talk about his ex.

Xu Cun, who was reborn in 1977, started from Xiangjiang and built a global entertainment empire step by step.

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As the eldest daughter of Marquis Xuanping Mansion, Xie Wanqing grew up under the care of her parents and elder brother.Since childhood, a marriage was arranged for her with the Princely Heir of the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion.The two were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match celebrated by everyone.Everyone praised her for her blessed life, born into fortune without ever having to endure a hint of hardship.She thought so too.Until she had a dream, in which her fiancé brought back a mistress.That mistress was of maidservant origin but possessed a stunningly beautiful appearance.He cherished that mistress like a treasure, even at the risk of going against his mother’s wishes.He wanted to break off the engagement and marry the mistress, and it was only due to his mother's threat of her own life that he was forced to marry her.They shared tenderness and affection, giving birth to a firstborn, while she was merely a decoration with no power or favor, placed in the backyard and subjected to humiliation.Later, she awoke from the dream…

After midnight, you’re not allowed to enter the bathroom.

At exactly 2 am, there was a knock on the door.

A woman with disheveled hair and a bony figure always had her back turned to me.

Encountering strange events? Luckily, I can rewind!

This is a story of a reborn individual who navigates a world invaded by strangeness, carefully taking

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”