MTL - Beastly Fēi that Go Against the Heaven: Coerced by the Huáng Shū - Chapter 293 Xiao Yu, you listened well.

Yin Mingyu 007 worked until she was bald, and still could not afford to buy a one hundred square foot apartment in the first tier cities.

After her sudden death, she transmigrated through to the Chengye Dynasty and was a shu daughter of the Yin family in Jiangnan. Once liberated, she just wanted to do nothing but eat and wait to die as a salted fish.

House fight? It has nothing to do with her. Isn’t it nice to lie down?

Compete for favor? It has nothing to do with her. Isn’t it nice to lie down?

Looking for a good future? It has nothing to do with her. Isn’t it nice to lie down?

However, her older di sister who married the Xie family in Jiangnan passed away. Her di mother, because of her young grandson, chose Yin Mingyu after circling around in the courtyard.

Being a new wife was difficult, being a stepmother was even harder.

Yin Mingyu was never afraid of the di mother and spoke directly, “I don’t want to.”

The di mother also directly expressed her opinion: Not willing doesn’t work.

Yin Mingyu: “……then whatever.”

Anyway, she always lies flat. She will marry over in the future. Don’t blame her for just looking after her own happiness and interests.

- Description from Novelupdates

Klein’s greatest wish is to transmigrate to another world and live life in an isekai, just like in anime, manga and novels. However, fate is on his side and the typical truck that the main characters always carry in isekai runs over Klein. But, to his bad luck, he lived a few more days in the hospital and, just on the day he died, Klein heard a ⟨⟨-DING-⟩⟩ that he knew it meant. That was the day of his death, but also the beginning of his adventure into another world.

Wang Xuan entered Longmao Square and was trapped in it. When he finally left, it turned out…

This is the last building on earth.

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[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.