(BL)Alpha Made - Chapter 15: A taste of your own medicine

Jasmine is the first daughter of the great Alpha Bale.Because of her status as a bastard child, she lives a life maltreated scrubbing floors and attending to the needs of her father, step mother, step siblings and the entire pack.But her life makes a drastic turn when she is switched in place for her father’s legitimate daughter to be married off to the Handsome and Cold hearted Alpha Xaden.Xaden is determined to punish Jasmine for the sins of her father who had massacred his entire family, even though she is nothing like her father.Hate slowly turns to desire, fierce passion and finally love.But what happens when Xaden discovers that Jasmine, was planted as a spy to bring his downfall and was not in fact the original princess he was promised to?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Let this be a lesson to everyone. Royal or not, Alpha or Omega,” He declares. “You will steer clear of what is mine. In my own territory. In my pack.”With that, he tosses the bloodied arm aside and takes Jasmine away from their shocked gaze.

Yan Yan has become the cannon fodder in the novel.

Young Master Cannon Fodder was lost when he was a child, and when he was found he was covered with scent of red dust (1) , his lazy look provoked annoyance. So it didn’t take long for the cannon fodder to be sent to marriage by his family. The marriage partner is the protagonist of the book.

After the marriage, the cannon fodder not only failed to curb it , but became more able to do it. He pestered the protagonist all day acting coquettish, and finally the protagonist gave the cannon fodder a huge sum of money and drove the person out of the house.

After seeing the “end” of the cannon fodder, Yan Yan’s eyes lit up. Behave in a spoiled manner? He is best at it. It is guaranteed that the protagonist will not be able to bear it within three months, and he will be driven out with a huge sum of money.

Because of a favor owed by his father, Ji Juechuan, who has already achieved something at a young age, had to marry the young master of Yanjia who doesn’t love his mother or father.

On the first day of cohabitation before marriage, Ji Juechuan sat on the side of the bed and looked at his mobile phone. His face became even more ugly when he thought that he would be sleeping in a bed with the perfume-scented person. He will make it clear as soon as he arrives, and let the man pay attention to his behavior.

The bathroom door opened, and a soft and refreshing ball rolled into his arms. The young man with wet hair raised his face and smiled sweetly: “Husband, can I sleep with you tonight?”

Ji Juechuan looked at the person in his arms for a long time, and his Adam’s apple moved slightly.

“Yes.”

Later, Yan Yan received a huge sum of money from Ji Juechuan. It was just that the ticket he had prepared was torn to pieces. The man’s hot hands pressed against his waist, his tone dangerous.

“Yanyan, our wedding hasn’t been held yet, where do you want to go?”
Yan Yan:? That’s not what it says in the book!

*Mr Ji at the beginning: #Who is his wife? Anyway, it’s not my wife#

Later: #Do you have a wife yourself? Why do you covet my wife all day? #

*sā jiāo in the title means to act like a spoiled child/ to act coquettishly

*(1) 红尘 (hóng chén) the world of mortals (Buddhism) / worldly affairs. It’s a part of a poem, the actual phrase is 看破红尘 ( kān pò hóng chén) to see through the world of mortals or to see through red dust/ disillusioned with human society to reject the world for a monastic life

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.