Sweet Wife Is Busy Farming - Chapter 13

From a media tycoon’s daughter to a poor plumber’s girl, but it seems that Yu Yao is unfazed? She opened the eyes of the sky, and her life has been opened all the way. She is an eighteen-year-old girl, but as soon as she turns around, she becomes a big boss who no one in the entertainment industry dares to offend.

- Description from Novelupdates

The big guy dresses up as a lonely and old male supporting character, slaps his face and abuses scumbags to fall in love.
small world:
A scumbag male supporting actor who is lonely and old: learning to love with both hands.
The tyrant male supporting role who left the inheritance to the heroine’s son: the family has the throne to inherit.
The deposed prince: what kind of emperor, when the emperor!
Bingshan ex-husband of a book girl: It is impossible to chase after a wife.
The prince of the enemy country who retreated for the heroine: step on the capital and rule the world.
The pet girl mad demon of the group pet text: I pet myself.
Edible Guide: Quickly cross the routine, capitalize the romance! One cp in one world, if you change the world, your feelings will be eliminated. If you don’t like it, don’t enter. 

Content tags: face slap
Search keywords: Protagonist: Dongchen ┃ Supporting role: My concluding article “The Male Protagonist Doesn’t Follow the Plot [Quick Pass]” “Someone Wants to Take My Gold Finger [Quick Pass]” ┃Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.