Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon - Chapter 308 - 307: Call me an idiot or a fool

After a one-night stand, she faked her death and transformed into his flash-married ugly wife, while he didn't know that she was the woman from that night.Is the ugly wife really so unfashionable and greedy for food and lust? It's all an act. She's only trying to hide her real identity.They survived in the cracks of various schemes. When her hidden identities were exposed, the man's eyes were filled with coldness: “You pretended to be ugly and dumb, are you kidding me?”She smiled faintly: “Didn't you get any joy and pleasure from it?”He frowned: “You deceived me for my looks!”She held her forehead: “I can only blame you for being so good-looking!”He looked as if he wanted to swallow her whole: “I'm not someone to mess with.”She responded calmly: “It's getting late. Time to wash up and go to bed!”

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

Xie Dongling is the youngest son of the Marquis of Kangding. For this brother who was hard-earned, his family loves him in every possible way, and he is naive and squeamish.
Accidentally fell into the water, and he traveled to the modern age, becoming Ran Dongling who looked like him, and inexplicably had a handsome and handsome husband.
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Qiu Ci has a fiancée that he has never met. To what extent, he has no news about his fiancée except for an old photo. He even suspects that there is no such person in this world. Business cooperation takes him as a deal.
After the cameo movie was finished, Qiu Ci received a call from his grandfather and told him that his fiancee was going back to China.
Is the fiancée real?
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A gossip suddenly spread on the Internet: The new actor Qiu Ci has been engaged.
Netizens eat melons:
“Oh shit, it’s nice to have the best actor in the front and a sweet wife in the back.”
Fans refute the rumor:
“Don’t cue my brother, I’m filming deep in the mountains.”
The client, Qiu Ci, was unaware of the storms on the Internet. He was watching a dog-blood mother-in-law drama with Ran Dongling at home, and he posted a public Weibo by the way.
That night’s Weibo was directly stuck on a white screen.
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In order to cultivate the relationship between the two, Grandpa Chou decided to let them participate in a couple variety show.
When doing a mission in a live broadcast, the mission was that they had to climb to the Marriage Temple on the top of the mountain before 12:00 noon. Before they had climbed one-third of the way, Ran Dongling screamed that he was tired, and he grabbed Qiu Ci’s schoolbag. Belt, I want Qiu Ci to carry him up the mountain.
The barrage in the live room scrolled wildly.
[Ha ha]
[Have no feet? ]
[The other teams have already climbed halfway up the mountain, you are tired from picking flowers for a long time? ]
But what they didn’t expect was that Qiu Ci, who has always been indifferent to people, actually changed his schoolbag to the front and squatted down in front of him.
[? ? ? ]
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Read the guide:
1. Background same-sex marriage
2. Have a child, the text does not have a child (have a pregnancy), and the extra is born
3. Shou is really really stupid
4. The word of hatred (qiu)
5. Read the first chapter in detail
Content tags: childbirth entertainment circle ancient wear today sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Ran Dongling, Qiu Ci ┃ Supporting roles: Xiu Zhi’an, Chen Yao, etc. ┃ Others:

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.