Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 237 - 234: Captain Lu is Going Crazy!

During this revolution era book, Fang Ru was the original heroine of the cannon fodder. She died in repression and infamy under the deliberate calculations of the transmigrated heroine.

After being reborn, Fang Ru decided to stay away from the leading male character and start over. However, without Fang Ru’s involvement…

The leading male character became crippled and turned evil. He suffered mutual torment, mistreatment and hatred with the new female protagonist, who also lost her chance at love and career.

The lovelorn supporting male character was forced to live like a widower for the rest of his life after being manipulated into marriage by someone with a rich family background, even still he harbored feelings for someone else’s wife.

- Description from Novelupdates

Li Zhao is a poor, 20-year-old actor who only thinks of where his next meal is coming from. After growing up in a child only facility, Li Zhao has taken on a very optimistic personality even while raising money for those he sees as family.

Yin Yin is the new bedside mother-in-law who specializes in protecting the safe and healthy growth of children in the world. However, she found that more and more parents do not pay attention to their children’s growth, which leads to the original innocence and cuteness A child’s life is miserable.

Yin Yin decided to go down to earth to become the mother of the children and protect the happy lives of those poor children.

World (updated in no order):

1: A patriarchal mother

2: The queen mother who gave birth to a child in hidden marriage

3: Mothers of left-behind children

4: Single mothers of divorced children

5: The mother of a child with autism

6: The mother of a disabled child

7: “For You” Strong Mom

8: The eccentric mother who abused her adopted child

9: The real and fake daughter of a peasant mother

10: Second child mother

11: The Queen Mother of the Nine Sons

12: The gold-worshiping mother who holds the upper hand

13: Superstitious illiterate mother

14: Stepmother whose mother became a stepmother

15: The poor mother who abandoned her husband and child

16: The Fallen Wealthy Mother

17: Abducted college mother

18: Divorced mother of blind child

19: The loving mother who lacks love for the little father-in-law

20: To be added

- Description from novelbuddy

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.