MTL - You Made Me a Superstar - Chapter 194 Awards time!

Also known as: “Casino 1997”

Once, after working hard for several years, I could not save the money for the down payment and the betrothal gift.

Once, eating instant noodles, watching other people’s luxury car villas, holding hands with goddess to go to bars.

Feng Shui turns.

Su Yehao was reborn as the only son of a casino tycoon, the owner of the family business, and the tycoon of the rich.

Confused about the ten-digit family property, it’s also very annoying, and I don’t know what to do all of a sudden.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

Don’t get in the way, take your time, set it a bunch of small goals first…

- Description from novelbuddy

[The Demon King is Dead], a story in which the Demon King got immediately killed in the Prologue. I became the ‘Demon Prince’ of said novel.

…Help me.

500 years ago, Chen Xi was devoured by a crack in the void and was transported into a cultivation world.

500 years later, he returned back to Earth after enduring through several hardships and discovered that only 5 years had gone by.

…

In the courtyard, beauty at the side, a candle flame wavering.

A gush of clear wind, half a full moon, the peach tree remains unchanging.

…

Wait, whose kid is this?! Why is she calling me papa? Gazing at the little girl in front of him with skin as pale as jade, Chen Xi froze.

…

　
Returning home from cultivation, starting as a stay-at-home dad.

In this life, not fighting to be a king nor claiming to be a tyrant, only praying to peacefully be a wife-pampering mad devil and a child-protecting daddy!

- Description from Novelupdates

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.