Warm Wedding, CEO Loves Me - Chapter 2

In the year of 2013, the tide of zombies outbreak exploded in everyone homeland, humanity launches a large-scale battle in the endless nights awaiting for the arrival of the dawn.

The end is approaching, is there going to be a way out for them?

Their faiths were shattered into pieces and buried in ashes in the raging fire.

But within the blazing fire, a newborn hope arise once again.

- Description from Novelupdates

Shen Xian died suddenly due to an accident, and traveled to an ancient abo abuse text, becoming a scumbag who was so angry in the book that his father had a stroke, his mother swallowed medicine, and his wife divorced. The eighth aunt had to take a detour when she saw Shen Xian.
In the original book, Shen Xian entangled Lin Qinghan in every possible way, asking Lin Qinghan for money from time to time, and the hero Lu Jianbai in the original book was a doctor in the same department as Lin Qinghan. Shen Xian who blackmailed and asked for money was sent to prison.
Shen Xian held his forehead and thought: She is not suitable for this peerless scum!
Fortunately, she still has a system to follow her, so Shen Xian tore up the plot of the original book:
A friendly conversation with the daughter will be rewarded with 50 yuan;
Take father to go downstairs for a walk and reward 100 yuan;
100 yuan reward for going to kindergarten to pick up daughter after school;
With some money obtained from doing missions, Shen Xian returned to his previous career and opened a small venture capital company, but within a short period of time, the company made its mark in Linhai City, while his ex-wife Lin Qinghan and her daughter kept changing. My thoughts on Shen Xian…
the
small theater:
Shen Tian licked the strawberry candy and complained: Mom, Mom, there are several beautiful ladies in Mommy’s office today.
Lin Qinghan raised his eyebrows and looked at Shen Xian: Really?
Shen Xian (nervously) explained: Hey, my daughter-in-law, I was wrong, they are just partners.
Lin Qinghan’s lips twitched into a smile: “Let’s settle the accounts when we go back tonight.”
Shen Xian: woo woo woo~ I’m afraid

Note: 1. There is no prototype, so don’t make up your mind.
2. The author is so weird, if you scold me, I will just groan.
3. If you don’t like it, please don’t tell me if you abandon the article.
4. Thanks to the little cuties who accompanied me all the way, keep chirping!

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Xian, Lin Qinghan ┃ Supporting role: “Falling in love with an ex after breaking up” ┃ Others: abo, gl, Chuanshu
One-sentence introduction: After transmigrating into a scumbag, she reformed her daily life of chasing a wife.

- Description from novelbuddy

Asura, a noble in the kingdom of Silvara, spent his days quietly until his world ended. Betrayed by his beloved wife and then killed, he swore to get revenge on them in his late moments. Upon death, Asura somehow returned 20 years into the past. Prepared to get revenge on the woman who betrayed him.On his journey for revenge, he discovers true love, friendship, and a life-altering truth.A dark cult controls his fate like a game—even his beloved's betrayal was their work. He learns about his powers and strange bloodlines. Then, about this being his ninth and final rebirth! All to revive their god, using Asura as the perfect vessel.Vowing to destroy the cult's plot and protect his loved ones, Asura forges an alternative path.Becoming the Devouring Monarch

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”