MTL - Master of Untold Daos - Chapter 1017 I!

What’s it like to fall in love with your brother’s best friend?Lilian never expected her quiet graduation season to take a sharp turn into a love story — one that had been quietly brewing for years.His name is Morrison.He’s her brother Dave’s best friend, the man who used to show up at family dinners a decade ago, the “uncle” she could never quite figure out when she was little.Now, he’s a powerful young CEO — cold, sharp, untouchable.Until one day, he suddenly says:“Why don’t we try dating?”From one late-night call, to a casual “I’ll pick you up after class.”From arranging her internship, to standing at her apartment door with a suitcase in hand —Lilian begins to realize: this relationship was never just a joke.But dating someone who’s not only her brother’s closest friend, but also her new boss and the school’s most eligible bachelor?This sweet, forbidden romance is already walking a tightrope.Will their secret love quietly blossom under pressure —Or will it be torn apart by reality, one identity at a time?*This novel is part of the same series as 《You're Just My Ex-Husband, My Lord.》

A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daughter of the Chu clan?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.