City's Best Divine Doctor - Chapter 62 - 0: None of Your Business

[Soft and cute heroine vs gentle and rough guy]

Father doesn’t love mother, poor family is fat, marrying a husband is not a good thing, Chen Hansui thought he had a bad hand. Only after her death did she find out that her mother was a big boss, and her husband was born alive from the love of a local tycoon in the future. Looking at the world from another perspective, everything is different…

When she was reborn and returned to the year when she was 20, Hansui decided to throw away her bad cards. Play Wang Zha Lai.

However, facing the most unruly mother-in-law in the village, the eccentric sister-in-law, and the not-so-good husband…

The soft and cute Han Sui hugged her head: I don’t think I can do it.

Male lead: I think you can still save it. Come on, my husband will give you artificial respiration.

Demining: The male protagonist in this article is not a good cake, and has no advantages other than being good to the female protagonist. The heroine is cute and cute. Both the superb mother-in-law and the poisonous sister-in-law like her. There is nothing to fight. When the villain meets such a cute heroine, his IQ is automatically blocked by 99%. The group favorite is sweet.

Zha Lang: Niuniumi who writes sweet essays

- Description from novelbuddy

[Harem + Light System + Mystery + Eerie world]After being transported to an unknown realm, Huang Ye unexpectedly obtained a martial arts manual—the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, a technique meant for women.With no other choice, he followed the concept of opposing yin and yang, practicing the technique in reverse.By accident, he mastered a form of Dual Cultivation. From then on…

The Mu family, who wanted to marry the young patriarch of the Huo family at the beginning, had no way out because the heads of the two families who had a good relationship in the past swore a heart oath.

So, the wedding was held as scheduled. Although the oath could not be violated, it did not specify the name of the person to marry.

So, the Mu family replaced the young man lady of the Mu family with Mu Qing Lan, a child from the side branch to pack up and get married.

Huo Jue, the useless man whose spiritual platform has collapsed, knew that his bride had changed, and the new bride was also planted with puppet voodoo.

Huo Jue also knew about the fact that the Mu family wanted to let her steal the Huo family’s top-grade magic item.

One month into their marriage, the little puppet sneaked into Huo Jue’s room in the middle of the night and hurriedly moved to Huo Jue’s bedside.

What Huo Jue was waiting for was for the puppet of the Mu family to show her true colors. He was lying on the bed while breathing slowly, and his subordinates were all outside the door, waiting for his signal.

As long as the puppet dared to touch the spiritual item on his neck, she would be taken down on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the puppet approached Huo Jue, half-kneeled, lowered her head to follow Huo Jue’s hand that was placed in front of her and kissed his fingertips warmly.

Then she got up, jumped three times on the spot, and danced silently in the room like a madman.

Huo Jue, “…”

The subordinate who was ready to catch the thief, “…”

——Mu Qing Lan, “The person who I married is my male god.”

- Description from Novelupdates

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.