The Old Baseball Player System - Chapter 210 Morning

International negotiator Jiang Fu was framed and died.

Waking up to find himself reborn in the body of a newly engaged female college student.

When confronting his fiancé for the first time, Fu Xiting’s tone was cold and murderous: “If you are obedient, you will keep it. If you are not obedient, you will abandon it.”

Confronting again, Jiang Fu stood in the auditorium of the Capital University to participate in the International Collegiate Debating Competition. Looking at Fu Xiting, who was the referee, she asked in a straight voice, “Mr. Fu, what is marriage to you?”

Fu Xiting replied: “Benefits.”

Rumor has it that Fu Xiting, the prince of the business world, married a charming wife.

Unexpectedly, on the wedding night, his wife held a cold knife to his throat, and her voice was comparable to that of King Yama: “In 2009, Jiang Fu, an international negotiator, and her team went to Dongguo for negotiations, and the plane crashed on the way back. What does it have to do with you?” relation?”

Fu Xiting’s heart trembled. After many days of guessing came true, he looked at Jiang Fu with a bit of helplessness: “My handwriting.”

Before marriage, she was an abandoned child in her hands.

After marriage, she couldn’t give up the medicine.

Rumor has it that the youngest daughter of the Jiang family has no talent.

Jiang Fu:? ? ? How should I act?

[From being indifferent to being obliged to you, the heroine is online, step by step approaching the truth to find the cause of her death]

Conception: Loving yourself is the beginning of being loved

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Xu Jin simply bowed a few times in front of the nine star lanterns and came to this world that could guide the starlight into his body. Then, he bowed again in front of the nine star lanterns...

I awoke as Violet, a familiar villainess trapped in a shady corporate research lab. Screw this! With my unstoppable cloning technique, I’m getting out of here and going to the Academy to live my own life!

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”