Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang! - Chapter 82

Alex always knew he was different. Ever since his parents were brutally murdered when he was a kid, he grew up alone in the shadows, learning to survive in a cruel world. Taken in by a secret assassin organization, Alex was trained to be a perfect killing machine, a murderer in the night, and just another quiet student during the day.But everything changed one unexpected night... when he lost his virginity and...[ All requirements fulfilled ][ Activating Spirit Premordial System ][ 1%,2%,...100% ]A cultured novel for cultured people, expect it to be like that so don't complain plz.The cover is not mine not does any character pic.Anyways, I have around 30 or so chapter stocked up so I will post them first in like a week or 2 and see the response so do support!!Comment, Power Stone, anything please!!

Lin Wan has passed through the book, and she has become the stepmother of the male protagonist at a young age. The cheap husband is a serious business boss, indifferent and decisive. The three stepsons have very different personalities, and one is more difficult to deal with than the other.

Later, Lin Wan was forced to participate in a parent-child variety show with her stepsons. Five groups of families, one group is more harmonious than one group, of course…except for Lin Wan.

After the variety show was broadcast, Lin Wan became the control group. Other families ordered their parents to cook. They were full of color, fragrance, and filial piety. Lin Wan and his three stepsons ignored each other, compressed biscuits and ham sausages, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.

In other family nights, the whole family counts the stars and watches the moon together. Isn’t it sweet? Lin Wan and his three stepsons tell each other horror stories viciously, scaring the audience in front of the screen!

Netizens watched while scolding, and later they found that the atmosphere of Lin Wan’s control group had changed! Why does the eldest son say he doesn’t like his stepmother with a proud face, but secretly buys a scarf for his stepmother! Why did the second son say he liked his father more, but voted for his stepmother for the person he liked the most! Why does the youngest son secretly stuff his favorite candy under his stepmother’s pillow in the middle of the night!

Netizens are confused, but this arrogant stepson and Xianyu stepmother are so good!

Mysterious boss vs salty fish fairy & male and female protagonists Shuangjie

- Description from novelbuddy

As a wandering soul trapped in endless cycles of reincarnations, Claus must decide what to do in his current life.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”