The Ailing Beauty Gives Up Struggling [Reborn]

In his previous life, Li Rong was spoiled and pampered, yet aloof and strict with himself. His pair of peach-blossom eyes always seemed distant. Then, just like that, his family went bankrupt, and his parents turned on the gas in the middle of the night. His girlfriend's mother immediately changed her tune and slapped 500,000 yuan down in front of everyone. “Take the money and stay away from Yuanyuan. She deserves a better future.” Song Yuanyuan lowered her head guiltily and said nothing. All the guests sneered at him coldly. Only his desk mate, Cen Xiao, was smiling. Cen Xiao lounged against the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, turning a lighter between his fingers as he looked Li Rong up and down. Song's mother's reason for inviting Cen Xiao was obvious: she wanted Song Yuanyuan to marry into the more influential Cen family. But only Li Rong knew that Cen Xiao was a possessive, cold-blooded snake. In the future, he wouldn't marry Song Yuanyuan at all. Instead, he would imprison Li Rong at home and take whatever he wanted from him. Reborn, Li Rong had a change of heart. Cen Xiao might be obsessive and unhinged, but he had a handsome face and plenty of money. Li Rong smiled down at him, took Song's mother's 500,000 yuan, and tossed off a line: “Thanks. I'm going to start liking men.” Taking advantage of Cen Xiao's stunned silence, he threw himself into Cen Xiao's arms. “Come on. I don't want to work hard anymore.” Cen, a man who stops at nothing to take what he wants: “?” The enigmatic big shot from District Nine quietly slipped a diamond wedding ring onto his finger. Due to a confidentiality agreement about his identity, nobody knew who the woman was that had every socialite in the city fighting over him. Until one day, Li Rong, A University's treasured biological genius, sprained his ankle. Someone saw Cen Xiao skillfully pull him into his arms and carry him to his private car. The socialites who'd been tearing each other apart: Oh ho! [A formerly cool and refined bottom who now loves nightlife x a formerly obsessive mad dog of a top who now persuades his wife to abstain, a big shot with a secret identity] No switching roles!!!!!! Crossover novel: The Two Young Masters Insist on an Arranged Marriage The S-rank guild Tower and Ghost Eye are famous rivals, locked in a years-long battle over crystal ore in the Alliance's underground dungeons. Lance, the young master of the Tower Guild, is a black lotus. He's calculating and ruthless, but around others, he acts like a harmless, wheezing invalid. Zhan Pingchuan, the eldest young master of the Ghost Eye Guild, is a white cutout with a dark center. He's perceptive and unfathomable, but around others, he acts like a lazy, carefree slacker. They hid their identities to enroll at Xing University and ended up in the same dorm. When they discovered their pheromones were a 100% match, they kissed that very day. Lance's dad: Over break, go undercover next door. Know yourself and your enemy, and you'll win every battle. Zhan's dad: Hide your identity and go over to their side first. Get to know them. After a night of getting thoroughly acquainted in the dorm, Zhan Pingchuan stroked Lance's smooth back and messaged his HR manager: “My wife, Lance, comes from a poor family, and he's delicate and frail. Look after him, and don't let him suffer.” The next morning, Lance tucked Zhan Pingchuan in and went out to the balcony to call his sister. “My boyfriend, Zhan Pingchuan, is very capable, but he doesn't pay attention to the little things. Give him top pay so he won't be broke when he dates me.” Before long, the two great guilds were due to sit down at the negotiating table, and rumors said the heirs on both sides would attend. Hundreds of media outlets waited eagerly. At last, the day arrived. The two heirs met at the negotiating table and stared at each other in silence, tension simmering, battle about to break out. After a long while, Lance moved. His expression cool, he was about to sit down when Zhan Pingchuan suddenly said in a low voice, “Don't move!” Zhan's dad: My son's got a commanding presence! Zhan Pingchuan frowned and strode over, unbuttoned his suit jacket with one hand, and took off the bespoke suit that had cost over a hundred thousand yuan... Then he laid it over Lance's chair. Zhan Pingchuan: “You're going to sit on a chair this hard without even checking it?” Lance: “...” Both dads: ? #Two shrewd big shots with eight hundred tricks each, enthusiastically acting for each other# [Black lotus bottom x white cutout with a dark center top] Theme: Rise from the ashes and cherish life