MTL - The Ultimate Business Lady - Chapter 38 Shangguan calculation

The iron widow, the spider widow, male hunter, the witch of Neuwanstein castle, the embarrassment of noble ladies…….

Levi never expected his life to end at the hands of his childhood toy truck. But death gave him no rest— he awakened in the world of his favorite novel, not as a hero or a villain, but as an unnamed background character: the butler.Now bound to the Kindlehart Clan as a servant to one of the heroines, Levi inherits the absurd Butler System, which rewards him for polishing silverware, brewing tea, and bowing politely.But behind his sharp lavender eyes and flawless etiquette hides deep resentment. He refuses to accept a fate where his family’s generations of servitude end with him dying as a disposable sacrifice.To survive— and to rise— Levi must exploit his foreknowledge, play the perfect butler, and outwit the very world that sees him as nothing more than a servant.After all, even pawns have the potential to become kings.#Pure villain #Selfish MC

An Jing had transmigrated into the body of an ancient farm girl whom everyone could bully.On the day she crossed over, she was sold. Alright, seizing the servitude contract, stepping on her good-for-nothing parents, she held her freedom in her grasp, she was in charge of her marriage, she called the shots for her future—nobody could point fingers at her!An Jing assertively slapped her servitude contract onto the man beside her, “Keep it safe, from now on I belong to you.”The man: “......”The man doted on her. Whatever she wanted to do, she did, and they even teamed up to torment all sorts of scum. The couple's life was incredibly satisfying.It's just that the man's identity...(A gratifying story, with both strong male and female leads, 1v1 pampering)

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…