MTL - Everyone Thinks That the Fake Daughter Has Deep Problems - Chapter 17 blood and flowers

Han Yoona, reincarnated into the novel 'The Golden Heir' as the heroine of the novel and she lived her new life without complaints… until she’s killed.Her story should have ended there, but Yoona’s soul wakes up in the body of Luzia de Cazadores, the daughter of the kingdom’s most feared villain, Duke Ramiro de Cazadores.Yoona expects a cold, calculating tyrant. What she gets instead is something entirely different.“The author left out crucial details. Too many.” Yoona thinks, trying to figure out how he became the feared villain of the kingdom.As she gets to know Ramiro, she begins to realize that everything she thought she knew about Ramiro might not have been the full story.“Alright then, forget the plot or trying to rewrite everything. I’ll just grant the original Luzia's wish…”But with rival nobles plotting against them and the kingdom still fearing Ramiro’s so-called villainy, To protect her new family and escape the traps of a story she thought she knew, Yoona must outwit it to prevent the original story's outcome.

“Congratulations to the host on binding the magnate check-in system.”

This meant there were rewards for checking in.

“Check in successfully. Get one billion assets.”

“Check in successfully. Get the incomparably handsome face of an immortal.”

“Check in successfully at the East Mountain Villa. Get ownership of the East Mountain Villa.

…

Since he bound the check-in system, Chen Yun had been checking in or on his way to check-in.

From then on, a brilliant magnate was on the rise as he traveled through the world and commanded respect. He became the most honorable man in the world!

The story of otaku building a harem! School flower, loli, wife, mother and daughter, mature woman, teacher, nurse, queen, all kinds of beauties, three steps to push a girl, five steps to a group, harem group, infinite warmth, so cool that you always need to prepare a tissue for easy reading !

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“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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