MTL - Silver Overlord - v2 Chapter 96 Hope broken

Su Yanyi: The president of Resplendent Entertainment, the legendary Entertainment Queen, and the support pillar every artist wanted.

She lost everything to one scheme, and only then did she realize that the man she had always treated with coldness and indifference was actually deeply in love with her. At the end of her life, she was left with endless, irreparable regret.

“If I am given another life, I will make every single person who owed me pay me back a hundredfold, and I will do everything within my power to ensure you a safe and happy life!”

Maybe her persistence was simply too impressive, because in the blink of an eye, she returned to a time three years ago and obtained a very special System—The Virtuous Wife System.

Was this telling her that she had been the Entertainment Queen for too long, so she should try something new and become a virtuous wife instead?

Qin Jiran: The new generation Film Emperor, handsome and domineering, a lofty male god in the eyes of countless fans.

In his entire life, he only ever loved Su Yanyi. It was a pity that she did not love him back, and even after three years of marriage together, it was all still just a contractual transaction to her.

“Yanyi, do we have to divorce?” Hidden within the man’s cold, hard expression was deep sorrow and despair.

In both her past life and her present life, their fates intertwined. Su Yanyi was reborn back to the day they were supposed to divorce.

Will she adhere to the choice she had made in her past life, or will she embark on a different path?

With the help of the Virtuous Wife System, the dense and stoic Su Yanyi set out to pamper her oblivious husband, stumbling over her own inexperience as she tried to convince him that no, he was not having auditory hallucinations, and no, she was not feeling ill!

Just, why was the first task —make him smile genuinely ten times— already so difficult?

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As a virtuous wife, does it include tolerating his cousin, enduring his concubines, bearing his mother?

Su Changqing reincarnated into a fantasy world, directly starting with a heavenly advantage, being born into a Great Emperor family.His father is Su's contemporary family head at the quasi-emperor peak, his mother is the sword pavilion's legitimate daughter with Great Saint cultivation, and even a steward of the Su family is a Saint King.Born into such a powerful family, Su Changqing could easily reach the peak just by doing nothing.But his father, Su Nan, was afraid that his son would become a pompous and arrogant wastrel in such an environment, so he established a Truman World for Su Changqing!In a poor family, with no way to cultivate, Su Changqing struggled through hardships and finally joined a small sect.What he didn't know was that his enlightenment teacher was actually the contemporary Confucian Immortal.The taciturn elder teaching him Sword Techniques was actually the Sword Fool famous across the continent.The irritable elder who always blew up the alchemy furnace was known as the Pill Saint.To prevent Su Changqing from being arrogant due to his talents, many famous teachers were extremely harsh, and the Divine Techniques taught were very difficult to master.But soon, these teachers were all panicking.“Sword Fool master, the Nine Yang Sword is too simple, is there any other Divine Technique?”“Pill Saint master, don't leave, I've already mastered the Yin Yang Reversal Alchemy Technique, teach me something more powerful.”“Hey hey hey, Confucian master, don't run, I've finished reading the books you asked me to...”Looking at the retreating masters, Su Changqing sighed helplessly,“A small sect is really a small sect, unreliable...”

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?