Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen - Chapter 282 - : Looking at the Lanterns

Traveling to the future interstellar where Wu is respected, Robbie concealed his awakening ability in order to avoid intrigue.

Unexpectedly, someone who doesn’t have eyesight has to look for things. The cousin first robbed her fiance, and then she wanted to rob her. Robbie ran to the test in a rage, but the result was shocking…

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Fang Mo’er found out that she transmigrated into a novel that gave her nothing but anger when she read it. Moreover, she became the female supporting character with a miserable ending! The female supporting character that she became gave up her family fortune and career to compete for the male lead’s affection. Even so, the male lead still cheated on her with the female lead on their wedding night! According to the original plot development, Fang Mo’er would swallow her anger and still choose to marry the male lead. Eventually, the scum of the earth would cheat her of all of her resources for the female lead. Simultaneously, she would also do something crazy out of jealousy and eventually destroy her own reputation. Fang Mo’er decided that she would never walk down this path again! —In front of the Department of Civil Affairs, Fang Mo’er, who just transmigrated over, hung up on the scum’s call that meant to tell her to postpone their wedding. Coincidentally, a handsome man clad in a suit walked to her side. The man said, “Miss, since your groom isn’t here and my bride ran away, why don’t we get married instead?” Fang Mo’er did not pay too much attention to him and wondered who he was instead. She did not recall having such a stale plotline in this novel. The man continued, “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Shi Mo.” Fang Mo’er’s eyes nearly fell out of her sockets. Shi Mo? The man who only appeared once in the entire novel; the CEO of the world’s biggest entertainment company? What else could be more vengeful than marrying Shi Mo to disgust the scum of a couple? “Deal!” The current Fang Mo’er was still immersed in the anger and vengefulness from the novel. Hence, this was just her trying to change the fate of a character. However, she forgot that she had become Fang Mo’er, and at this moment, she had just chosen the man who would accompany her for the rest of her life.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.