Everyone Wants to Pamper the Peasant Girl - Chapter 507: Men are assholes

Yan Yi Ming transmigrated into the hottest otome game at present. She became a female cannon fodder destined to be ruthlessly abandoned by the male protagonists; a stepping stone on the white moonlight female protagonist’s path to success.

The system informed her that only by replacing the female protagonist and becoming the white moonlight of the male protagonists then could she successfully escape and return to her world. After years of painstaking efforts, utilizing all kinds of strategies, and adopting various identities did she finally succeed in conquering the four male protagonists. She recovered her true body and eagerly awaited to go home but found that she was unable to go back.

A weak reminder from System:

Please read the user manual carefully: –

1. Become a white moonlight, and

2. To extricate oneself and make a successful retreat from the male protagonists.

Yan Yi Ming looked at the second condition and suddenly found herself in a pickle.

- Description from Novelupdates

Qin Yu had lost both her parents when she was young and was all alone. Since then, she lived with her father’s comrade-in-arms.

Due to the huge inheritance that her father had left behind, her foster mother had attempted to murder her repeatedly. In order to survive, she could only pretend to be a mentally disabled child.

It wasn’t easy for her to reach adulthood, yet her foster mom wanted to marry her off to a powerful and influential family.

She heard that her fiancé was blind and had a violent personality.

However, no matter how ruthless he was, was he as ruthless as her foster mom?

In order to escape from this terrifying family, she decisively agreed to marry that person in her sister’s place.

Soon, news of a fool marrying a blind man spread like wildfire.

Their marriage had become the hottest laughing stock locally.

However, after she married him, she realized that everything was not what the rumors said.

Her husband was not blind at all, and he was not cruel. He was gentle and refined, and he treated her like a treasure.

And she wasn’t mentally deranged. She’d only pretended to be a fool to flee from her foster mom’s attempted murders.

What surprised her, even more, was that she had known her husband for a long time. A long time ago, they had been best friends online.

It was no wonder that her husband was as cold as ice to all women, lying that he was blind and unapproachable. But in front of her, he was as gentle as a lamb and did not hide anything.

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”

This book is a casual novel that introduces various Chinese traditional customs, as well as Buddhist ones. It strives to be a positive book, allowing people to reflect on how they should live their lives and treat others.

- Description from Novelupdates

I was killed in a car accident while trying to avoid a stalker.

Is this a reward for dying a miserable death?

I was reborn as a character in a novel that had, not a golden spoon, but a diamond spoon.

I thought I could live my life over again.

Until I found out my brother was a budding psychopath.

“Sister, how about this doll? Do you want it?”

“Leave it.”

“What about this doll?”

My younger brother ties people up so they can’t move, and insists on them being dolls.

Even I am destined to be killed in the hands of my brother.

‘Let’s leave my little brother to the heroine of the novel before that day comes!’

But… my brother killed the heroine…