How to Survive as an Uchiha - Chapter 15 - The Cookie That Fooled No One

Xiao Jinghuai's home has a little thing, soft and adorable, lively and mischievous.Rather than calling her a wife, it would be better to say it's like having another daughter.Some people say: “Young Master Xiao pampers his wife to the point where she only needs to open her mouth to be fed, she's almost become useless!”“Whoever says that, throw them into the sea to feed the sharks!”Another person says: “Young Master Xiao's wife really doesn’t look that great, nowhere near as beautiful as so-and-so!”“Whoever says that, gouge out their eyes to feed the dogs!”Yet another says: “Young Master Xiao spoils his wife excessively, he has become a tyrant of his generation!”“Who says so?”Turning around, just to see the girl's bright and charming little face, “I said it! So what do you want?”He pulled her into his arms, didn't want anything, just wanted her to be his little princess...(Even in this world full of charms, I only have eyes for you.)

[Hiddenidentity, Femalelead, Loveaftermarriage]She originally planned to take her sister's place and marry a 60-year-old man, but accidentally married him, who was the richest man as he had also made a mistake. She thought they would soon divorce, but he chose to temporarily maintain the marriage.The public disliked her because of her ordinary background and believed that she was not worthy of him. However, her multiple identities were gradually exposed: academician at the National Research Institute, a brilliant doctor, the racing god, national representative of Go, and gold medalist in figure skating. And when the world found out that their marriage was only contracted for one year, she garnered numerous suitors. “Get out! We will never divorce! Never and ever!” he declared.

Due to unfortunate circumstances, “Ari” Ariel Matisse lived in the slums of Los Angeles, also known as Skid Row.One night, on his way home, he was killed while witnessing an old man getting beaten.When he woke up, he had been thrown into a dumpster, and a strange screen flashed across his eyes, and no matter how he looked at it, it reminded him of a status window in a game.[System Integration Complete!][Become a Global Music Superstar!]For some reason, he gained a system that wanted him to join a survival show and become a globally famous idol.If he refused to complete his given tasks, he would die.But if he succeeded, he would have the money and power to change his life as well as get revenge against the person who killed him.P.s. this story is kind of a love letter to LA and the amazing blend of cultures (American, Asian, Hispanic, African, etc) that can be found there. I hope you all fall in love with the area as much as I love it.

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it’s the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

“It’s not yet time for you to go… You have one more task to accomplish as my host” A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

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“Haven’t I suffered enough? Can’t I just rest?” I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

“Don’t you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don’t you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!” The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

“You… Who are you?” I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

“Call me Death…”