She Shocks The Whole World After Retirement - Chapter 1168 - 1168 Untitled

Miss Jing in the eyes of Miss Chi: Nouveau riche
Miss Chi in the eyes of Miss Jing: a woman who worships money
After an accident, the way they looked at each other began to change…
The love story of two women who dislike honesty over time (日 is a verb)

Early in the morning, in a hotel, the big bed in the presidential suite…
Chi Jia got dressed: “Jing Rui, even if all the men and women all over the world die, I won’t fall for you!”
Jing Rui: “please Miss Chi remember what she said and don’t come to me again in the future.”

The next day, early in the morning, in a hotel, the big bed in the presidential suite…
Chi Jia got dressed, “I warn you this is the last time!”
Jing Rui: “Miss Chi, I don’t want a next time either.”

A few days later, the two met in a bar.
Jing Rui: “Have you brought your ID card?”
Chi Jia: “Bring…”

Main CP: Fried hair and greedy little designer X sexy and rich restaurant owner
Deputy CP: Huan Tuo Infatuated Design Director X Wen Wan Ke Ren Yu Jie President

[Pit entry instructions or lightning protection]
1. The main and deputy CPs are all doing first and then loving, simple and rude, don’t enter if you don’t like it; HE, don’t tear down the CP;
2. Unrealistic, light-hearted and sweet essays (the kind where the president has a lot of time to fall in love), the plot is sultry and colorful; the industry description is non-professional, sorry;
3. There is a straight-forward plot, but there is no reason to choose a woman after being hurt by a man. Loving someone has nothing to do with gender, that’s all;

Content tags: urban love, happy friends, sweet text
Search keywords: protagonist: Chi Jia; Jing Rui ┃ supporting role: Ning Qian; Wen Jin; Yun Xin; Jian Yi

- Description from novelbuddy

The life of the underworld was something Ashley had dreamed of escaping all her life. Born as a bastard from an affair between an underworld kingpin and a prostitute, Ashley was meant to die even before she was born. The only reason she survived was that her father thought she was a boy.From a young age, she understood that if she wanted to survive in this world of violence—on top of her father’s wife and daughter’s schemes—she had to be useful.So, she made herself a promise: one day, she would escape this world.Ashley almost succeeded… until her father found her again and thrust her into a marriage of convenience with his rival, Dominion, in his beloved daughter’s place.Everyone in the underworld knew Dominion.They were cruel, organized, and simply spawns of evil. And the man who stood above that power, Luciano, was said to be downright diabolical. Just their name alone could make anyone tremble.And this organization was where Ashley now had to survive.To make matters worse, the marriage also came with a child — Luciano’s mute heir.Forced to become the wife of one of the most violent and powerful underworld organizations, and the mother of its future leader, Ashley made a vow.“No matter what, I’ll escape this place!”But she would soon realize it wouldn’t be as simple as that. Not when the feared members of Dominion clung to her feet, begging,“Madam, don’t go!”And when the mute stepson finally spoke, “Mommy, if you’re leaving, please take me with you.”Finally, her diabolical, obsessive, and utterly territorial husband said,“I’ve packed our things. Where should we go?”

A cauldron, a secret forging method, and his blood created an ultimate weapon. The youngest Sword Crafting Master on Earth had been reborn from another world. With the Nine Yang Divine Furnace and a scroll of Divine Equipment, he was like a fish in water, standing at the pinnacle of the martial way. There were tens of thousands of clans, billions of cities, and countless experts. He was the master of ups and downs!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”