Refining the Mountains and Rivers - Chapter 1535 – She Was It

Long Fei, a cross-timer and doujin, is an otaku who traveled to another world. In the original world, he was an otaku fan of Gundam and military science fiction.

He died in an accident and was reincarnated into another world. The Gundam works he had read before his death and the techniques in various military novels could be brought to another world.

How would he use the Gundam that Long Fei created? What waves can be caused in this different world?

When Jasmine’s fated mate Elliot rejects her for the Lycan Chairman’s daughter, she is left broken, humiliated and alone. To make matters worse, her father gets arrested for embezzlement, and Jasmine needs to raise ten million to release him.Desperate to save her father from a wrongful conviction, Jasmine takes the only job she can find—tutoring the bratty daughter of a rich werewolf family.But she never expected her employer to be the Lycan chairman himself: Gareth Laken. He is ruthless, dominant… and her ex-mate’s future father-in-law.Gareth thinks she’s a threat. A bitter ex-girlfriend out for revenge, waiting to harm his own daughter. But the more he watches her, the more he sees a woman refusing to be shattered by the world that betrayed her. A woman he can’t stop wanting, despite the huge age difference.Now, Jasmine is caught between two powerful men—one who destroyed her, and one who might destroy everything she has left to protect.Excerpt“You’re playing a dangerous game,” Gareth said, voice low, his towering frame just inches from mine.“I didn’t come here to play,” I shot back, even as my heart pounded. “But you should be asking Elliot why he keeps showing up at my door. I’m not the one chasing ghosts.”His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to my lips. “He’s not the only one haunted by you.”I froze.I should have walked away.Instead, I whispered, “Then why do you look at me like you want to hate me and kiss me at the same time?”He didn’t answer.But his silence spoke louder than any lie.

PLEASE ALSO READ THE SEQUEL MY EVIL CROWN PRINCE[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]Margaret Miller is the only daughter of Benjamin and Catherine Miller. Not known to everyone, she's actually a Princess, her mother is the daughter of the King of Flousia, a small country north east of Japan.Although her father was rich, the king was against the marriage of her parents and stripped off her mother's title. Her mom died giving birth to her. She was left alone in their mansion because her father can't stay with her as she looked exactly like her deceased mother.She grew up rebellious and dominant to get the attention of her father. She was known in Golden Oak High School as a flirt, a slut and a whore because she changed boyfriend every week.Today is the last day of the week and she need to dump her latest boy toy, Jayden. She met him at her friend's house a week ago. She became interested because he was disguised as a girl.“Hey Jayden, we're over.” I said. I thought he was just like the other boys I've dated. I'll play with them for a week then we're done.I looked at Jayden and he smirked. Then he suddenly grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the bed. He was now on top of me.“We're over? Do you think you can just bugged me for a week then leave? No! That's not how I play.” His eyes became dark. It was the first time I saw him as a man.I felt his knee between my thighs, he was holding my arms on top of my head. I can't move. He moved his face closer and started to kiss me. I froze. He frowned and stopped when he saw me crying.“Is this your first kiss?” He asked. I felt a tear dropped from my eyes. I was scared. I thought I'm going to be raped. To my surprise, he stood up and stared at me.“If that's your first kiss, then you're still a virgin?” I sat on the bed and started sobbing.“So what if I'm a virgin? That's the reason I changed boyfriend every week so they won't be able to touch me.” It's true. I was never a slut or a whore. I dumped every guy I dated after a week so they wouldn't have a chance to take advantage of me.“Stop crying. I won't rape you for god's sake. If that's what you think! But you're not going to dump me. I won't allow that.” He said annoyed.“Why? You can get a real girlfriend in campus. You don't need to stay with me.” From his face, he can easily get a girl. I heard he's popular with the girls in the bronze class.“Because I'm going to take all your first time. Your body is mine, I won't let any other man touch you.”

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.