CEO'S ROGUE ALPHA - Chapter 144: FRIDOLF’S HEAD

Non-tangible cultural heritage embroidery successor Yi Chichi's soul travels to the era and possesses a little pity with the same name.Father is scummy and stepmother is toxic?Yi Chichi says she is good at using poison to counter poison.Still have to give up her job to substitute for her step-sister to go to the countryside?!Yi Chichi says dream on, good sisters must share fortunes and hardships together.Sold the job, kept the money for herself, and sends her step-sister to the Northwest!Moral coercion?Yi Chichi sneers, as long as I have no morals, others can never coerce me!Someone causing trouble?I've already said I'm a poisonous person, why don't they listen to advice?As for a certain handsome young man...Sending you a pair of mandarin ducks flying wing to wing!What, you also want a pair of phoenixes flying together?!

Huang Jun takes care of the kids alone and has no money to pay for his twin daughters' tuition fees, so he goes to Dorami Kindergarten to become a chef after obtaining a life assistant system.With his culinary skills, he becomes the most popular person in the kindergarten.Students from other prestigious schools transfer to Dorami Kindergarten one after another.“I am very passionate about my work as an assistant chef in the kindergarten!”“Is the kindergarten still hiring caregivers? I am great at taking care of children.”“Does your kindergarten need a security guard?”

[Witty and Sarcastic Prosecutor × Brooding and Poison-Tongued Diplomat]Ever since she became a prosecutor, Jiang Tong has been living her comfortable little life. But one day, everything went terribly wrong. Not only was her case dismissed in court, but she also had to deal with a new neighbor who seemed to be nothing but trouble.She was just bringing a little pup home for the night, planning to play some games and relieve her stress, when she saw a complaint letter on her boss's desk. Jiang Tong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked open the neighbor's door, furiously pointing at the man in front of her: “What exactly did I do to provoke or hurt you?”But she didn’t expect to be cornered against the wall. Bo Nan smiled, his eyes full of intensity: “Yes, you hurt me, not planning to take responsibility?”Jiang Tong slowly took out a notebook, flipped through the pages, and said, “Then tell me which number you are, let me check.”Bo Nan: “???”This story is about both parties being devoted, one-on-one, an exhilarating read with a happy ending.

Julian D’Aurelius was never meant to live.In this world, villains exist for one reason—to fall. They scheme, they rise, they steal the spotlight… and then they die. Betrayed. Abandoned. Erased so the hero can shine.Julian knows this.Because he remembers every timeline.Every backstab waiting in the dark.Every “loyal” ally destined to sell him out.Every romance scripted to end in blood.The moment he awakens inside the body of the story’s doomed antagonist, he’s bound to the hidden Tyrant System—a cold, calculating force that demands one thing:If villains always die… then become the kind of villain fate cannot kill.So Julian reshapes himself.Cruel when necessary.Charming when useful.Untouchable when it matters.He plays the monster perfectly—while secretly tearing apart the threads of destiny from the shadows.But here’s the problem.The more he tries to distance himself from the female leads…The more they drift toward him.The innocent campus beauty.The sharp-tongued heiress.The aloof genius meant to stand beside the hero.One by one, the women who were supposed to orbit the protagonist begin circling Julian instead.And there’s something even more dangerous— All of them can hear his inner voice.Every cold calculation.Every sarcastic thought.Every hidden plan.All heroines hears it all.But Julian has no idea.This is an urban-fantasy battlefield of ambition, romance, power games, and fate rewritten. The protagonist is trying to avoid the heroines. The heroines? They’re slowly falling anyway.And the more Julian resists destiny…The more destiny seems obsessed with him.