Is It Wrong To Love My StepBrother Alpha Mate? - Chapter 2: Romeo, Oh Romeo

Playing under the plum trees and riding on bamboo, those were the days of joyful play. It was when they first met.She was not shy but innocently charming, standing before the breeze with her hair flowing, her complexion as creamy as curds.After waking up, Xu Qingfan had returned to 20 years earlier, to the year 2002.That year, the sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, and the wind was very noisy.That year, his Childhood Sweetheart hadn't gone abroad, their parents hadn't gone grey, and he hadn't the worries of being unaccomplished.That year, he was six, she was five, and they both could fully experience the climate as snowflakes blossomed.PS: This book is also titled “Help, I'm Surrounded by Childhood Sweethearts” and “I Have a Little Too Many Childhood Sweethearts.”

A rookie clerk asked his senior curiously: I heard our President is already married?

The female protagonist is reborn, and her gift is a system that's both deaf and mute!Want to be a jack of all trades? It can be done!But first!Sit down and do some moving...Your brain!Only then can you earn Knowledge Points! With 100 Knowledge Points, you can convert them into 1 ability point, which you can exchange for...Oh~you know what!Family must be taken care of, debts of gratitude from the past life must be repaid, and the childhood sweetheart accidentally missed in the last life awaits her rescue!The proud system said, “I'll just quietly watch your struggle!”Zhen Yu retorted, “Aren't you supposed to be both deaf and mute?”Onlookers from various dimensions on the Trading Platform: “Tsk! Such a pitiful girl!”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”