I've Become the King of Villains in the Game - Chapter 991 - 647 Stealing Home_3

The worst student of Westroad Academy. The disgrace of the Blake House. A new soul enters the body of Frey Blake, who couldn’t overcome his miserable life and chose death instead.

The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering the...The new novel “Chase Marriage 99 Times: Young Master Nong is Spoiled” has started with an absolutely sweet pampering theme![Sweet pampering novel] Young Master Yan spent two hundred million yuan to marry a wife as beautiful as a flower, a story known all around the country.Master Yan's wife, worth two hundred million, ran away just a few days after their wedding. This shameful act is known only to heaven, earth, him, and her.Five years later, Master Yan received a call from Express Delivery, saying a cutie was delivered and asked for his signature!Master Yan looked at the mini version of himself in front of him, “Kid, who are you?” The mini Master Yan glanced at him, “I am the father of your grandchild!”Master Yan held his forehead, everyone says he's crazy, but how come this little boy is even crazier than him?!“Who is your Mommy?” Master Yan asked in a much gentler tone this time. After all, this kid is clearly his own blood!The young master sneered, his youthful little hand pointed fiercely at his belly, “You're so stupid! My Mommy is your grandchild's grandmother!”The fortune teller said that he has two nemesis in his life; one undoubtedly is her. And this one in front of him, undoubtedly, is the other one.

When she was rejected by her fiance, everyone laughed at her. Little did they know, she actually loved her fiance's uncle, a trillionaire tycoon, for a long time.Later, she had four doting brothers, numerous secret identities, and a husband who was madly doting on her.Fu Shiyan smirked, pulling her into his embrace, “Dear, when shall we have our third baby?”

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)