MTL - My Cold Gentle Husband - Chapter 35 Scared to fight

Song Xuanhe transmigrated into a book called “The President’s Seven Boyfriends”. He became the President’s cannon fodder ex-boyfriend, Song Xuanhe.

The Song Xuanhe in the book: 180 cm tall, so attractive he would trump over even the hottest celebrities, three generations of family in business–a very appropriate rich third generation.

It wasn’t a loss to transmigrate into this kind of person. It was just that this was a rebirth story.

The Song Xuanhe in the book abused the male lead 800 times and had even indirectly caused the male lead’s death. Faced with the reborn blackened male lead, his fate was obvious–not only did he reach rock bottom, he even died without an intact corpse.

Right now, he had become the cannon fodder ex-boyfriend that was foreordained to die without an intact corpse.

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System: Don’t you think that the male lead has been a bit strange recently? It’s like he’s plotting something in the dark.

Song Xuanhe: Plotting how to kill me?

System: No, plotting how to eat you.

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Song Xuanhe, who was lying on the bed with an aching waist, pained back and legs suffering from cramps, cursed the System 800 times–what happened to the male lead being a shou?!

Emphasis: Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Xiao Yuanmu is the gong! Moreover, the big shot has always been a gong! Spoilers only up to here!

“It is the human heart that generates the infinite light, and it is also the human heart that creates the boundless darkness. The light and the darkness are forever intertwined in an eternal battle. This is the world in which we are attached to sentimentally and helplessly.”-Victor Hugo (Les Miserables)An investigation. Understand the criminal mind. Exploring feelings.“Do you know what the hardest part of a person’s life is?”“It is not the meeting, but the reunion after separation.”An enchanting and fox-like medical examiner that explodes at the slightest provocation X A young wolf pup, self-disciplined and reserved criminal investigator

[Sweet, Satisfying, and Passionate; Group Pampering; Torture Casanovas]

Si Fuqing opened her eyes to find that her luck has been stolen. Everyone wanted her out of the entertainment industry too.

After getting a second chance at life, she just wanted to do nothing this time. Yet, some people who didn’t know their place kept trying to rub off on her fame without any genuine talents to show for. This wouldn’t do. She had to do something about them.

Si Fuqing pinched her wrist and took action.

After that, the internet berated her for being shameless enough to court Yu Yao, and that her private life was indecent, but…

An international songstress: I’m able to stand here today all because of Qingqing.

A top-rate male celebrity: Stay away from my sister #YuYao

An official international sports channel: Congratulations to Si Fuqing for securing the 13th personal gold medal.

At first, Yu Yao paid no mind to Si Fuqing. But when he later learned the truth and regretted, even getting down on his knees so Si Fuqing would look his way again, he could only post a status on social media saying, [#SiFuqing, Hello, Ninth Aunt].

That day, the internet was paralyzed.

In the records of history, Emperor Yin rose to fame at a young age. He was perfect, powerful, and benevolent. Yet, he died at the age of 27 due to illness, having lived only a short life with no wife or children. He was an unattainable Adonis for many.

No one knew that when he opened his eyes once more, he woke up in the future where 1500 years had passed.

This time, he saw tall buildings that he had once imagined before.

Shortly after, Emperor Yin’s identity was exposed. When Si Fuqing learned that her idol was within arm’s reach, she was so impressed that she wanted to…

Si Fuqing: I’ll work hard!

Emperor Yin: Repay me with your body.

Si Fuqing: ??? ‘Here I am trying to work hard, but you want me instead?’

An all-rounder and gorgeous goddess x A resolute and noble emperor

From being scorned on the internet, to being crowned as number one while she fought her Adonis one-on-one.

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