Pushover Extra Trains the Villainesses - Chapter 115: Sweet Business Method XIV (1)

It all started when a minute before we began morning activities, something suddenly occurred. The floor started shining a dazzling light, the shining expanded in an instant, and 30 classmates, including me, were laying on top of a place we didn’t recognize.

She went out of the way to help him build a business empire and get his inheritance. When she thought they would live happily ever after, she and her entire family were quietly gotten rid of and burned to ashes. As the blaze seared her skin, she was overcome by deep hatred and bitter regret, and wished she had another chance…

Dizziness jolted her out of unconsciousness.

She is now known as Miss Su. She tried to run from her wedding, but slipped and fell in the river, which incidentally, brought great shame upon both her and her fiance’s family. The word on the street is that her fiance is a playboy, a make-out king, and a bit of a lady’s man. But she has to salvage this marriage to carry out her revenge plan.

And… the more she gets to know her future husband, the more she needs to find out. He turns out to be much deeper and more sophisticated than he cares to show to the outside world.

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Three years ago, he was framed and falsely imprisoned. His fiancée, trying to save him, was shamed, disfigured and trampled on, suffering humiliation ... Three years later, Qin Jiang, with his exceptional skills in both medicine and martial arts, made a powerful comeback!Xu Muge, from now on, I will be the one to hold up the sky for you!

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”