Gearbound: Cyberpunk 2077 - Chapter 223

Rong Zhi was switched at birth and lived in the countryside for eighteen years, her family was poor, and she dropped out of high school to work.At eighteen, her biological parents came to her door, saying she was the daughter of the Rong Family in Beijing and came to take her back to Beijing.Above her were uncles watching over the family inheritance, below were biological siblings.She was warned by her parents: Learn the rules from your brothers and sisters, don't cause trouble, the Rong Family can't afford to lose face because of you.Rong Zhi brushed aside the bangs on her forehead, smiling brightly: “Okay.”Everyone was waiting to see the joke of this ignorant and unsuccessful Third Young Master Rong, but as they watched, she became the Crown Prince who had the final say in Beijing.Everyone: This doesn't quite match what we were told??The Bai Family Head returned to the country, and all the noble families in Beijing were on high alert, except for that carefree member of the Rong Family.One day at a banquet, everyone saw Mr. Bai, standing at the top of the pyramid, bend down, holding a pair of high heels in his hand, speaking helplessly: “Such a princess.”Looking again at the long-haired woman in a dark green cheongsam standing in front of him, barefoot on his shoes, “I am a princess, and it's none of your business.”This familiar face, this familiar arrogant tone...Everyone was stunned, their eyes open wide in disbelief: Third Master Rong?!【Front-stage female disguised as male + slight sci-fi + no logic + feel-good novel + 1v1 single couple】

At the age of 15, He Jin found himself a “husband” in an online game, their love was filled with loving affection and sweetness. However, because his study was being interfered with, his parent cut off the internet, he didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye and had to disappear from the game.

Qiao Shao, who worked hard to stay up all night and study, was first in class — if you count from the bottom.

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?