Reincarnation Of The Businesswoman At School (WN) - Chapter 85: A Quarrel In the Shopping Center

Xu Shuyan and Lin Yi, as the beauty emperors of The Notes girl group, have 700,000 CP fans, are resident in the center of the CP list, and won the first place in the annual “Truth is True” CP list.
However, no one knew that the two were rivals in love in private, and looked at each other with disgust.

An event site.
Xu Shuyan: What are you looking at?
Lin Yi: You are the one staring!
CP fan: I look at [yes] in today’s activity photos, she loves her so much! I’m addicted to this eye candy!

Lin Yi: Come closer and I will call the police
Xu Shuyan: Do you think I want to? Today’s business KPI has not been completed yet, hurry up and sell it
Lin Yi: yue
CP fan: The two of them are in a relationship, and what they say is true!

After a year or two of business like this, the entire entertainment industry agreed that Xu Shuyan and Lin Yi were the only concubine of The Notes. After the two had a crush on their teammates, their relationship broke out and they left the group and got married.
In an instant, the crush turned into a lovelorn.
On the night of the wedding, Lin Yi drank to drink away his sorrows and respected Xu Shuyan: “This is the end of our business, and starting today, I mean to be.”
Xu Shuyan stared at her, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, pinched her face, and said every word: “Okay.”

The next day, Lin Yi woke up on Xu Shuyan’s bed.
Lin Yi:! ! !

#Love Rival Becomes Lover
#Business becomes sincere
#About my falling in love with my rival
#假高冷真头黑黑rapper Gong x Tsundere as a fine lead singer
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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

Six years ago, she signed the ten-month agreement with all her sorrows, and as agreed, she received the down payment. But when the agreed time came, the buyer did not show up to claim the 'treasure'. What was going on?Six years later, her precious son surprisingly told her, “Mommy, people might wear the same clothes or drive the same car, but I met someone today who actually has the same face as me! Can you believe it?”“Don't talk nonsense, how could someone look exactly like you?”Her son, dissatisfied, pulled his friend out. “Don't you believe me? Just take a look!”Lin Xiangwan took a glance, then, thud, she fainted, collapsing onto the ground.Who on earth... is this...?

“My fiancé is a high school student?”Sohee, an Omega drowning in debt, has two choices: marry a younger chaebol Alpha, or sell himself to an older yet violent loan shark Alpha.Ah, there's a third option, too.“Should I just off myself or something?”***#omegaverse #dominantalpha #powerbottom #collegeromance #healing