My Milf System - Chapter 93. Tease and please

Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world… And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don’t know yet.

《The Peter Pan who doesn’t want to grow up, Wang Chao & the Poor and Handsome Cinderella, Xie Zhuxing》

Two plain Jacks, one annoying and one scheming. An idiotic story that might not be sweet.

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Chu Nanli, the noble Goddess of Chu Kingdom, revered and worshipped by thousands.She concealed her identity and married into a foreign land, all for Ye Yunting's once spoken words, “In this life, this young master will only have eyes for you.”After the marriage, she diligently served him, cooking and washing for him, but he betrayed her, despised her, and let his servants oppress and humiliate her.Having just arrived, her scumbag husband wanted to force her to miscarry?As a military surgeon from the year 2090, she wasn't someone to be trifled with. Harm me slightly, and I'll retaliate a hundredfold! She hacked her path, eliminating enemies, seeking revenge, and even expanding her own influence.After their divorce, a renowned young general, an unparalleled court Divine Doctor, and an outstandingly talented top scholar all fell for her, each eagerly proposing marriage to her.Ye Yunting could only cry and line up, “Lili, please give this king one chance.”“Please let this king see the child, our child...”However, he was callously kicked aside by the almighty, unapproachable Regent King!“Get lost, my child doesn’t need a father!”

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”