My Love-Brained Tycoon Villain Husband Is Jealous Out of His Mind

[Next book: The Max-Level Metaphysics Master Goes on a Rampage in the Rich Family. Please add it to your library.]

A big-talking queen who instantly chickens out when it comes to action, and a theatrical, tomboyish female lead VS a cool, chaste male lead who falls for her through sheer self-delusion, a hopeless romantic of the highest order.

Qiao En'en transmigrated into an adults-only reverse harem novel and became a cannon-fodder female side character who was always getting herself into trouble. Her tragic ending was just around the corner: she was about to be kicked out by her wealthy villainous husband, Fu Qianshan.

Mission: Maintain the persona of being "deeply in love with Fu Qianshan," follow the plot to your own doom, and earn a hundred million!

Qiao En'en: ...I'm out! Staying alive comes first!

But when she opened her eyes...

Through the misty steam, a man's cold, dark eyes fixed on her from a spacious bathtub. "Qiao En'en? What are you doing?"

Qiao En'en was scared out of her wits. "Sorry. Just a moment. I'm leaving right now!"

But she slipped and fell straight onto his burning-hot chest, sending water splashing everywhere.

A knife fell beside her, too. Its sharp blade cut her lower leg, and blood immediately pooled on the floor.

Huh, it didn't hurt?

Had she gotten a golden finger?

Instead, Fu Qianshan, who had been so cold and composed, let out a grunt and clutched his long-disabled leg with pale fingertips.

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Qiao En'en realized her villainous husband's behavior was getting more and more absurd.

She burned the tip of her tongue eating hotpot, and the man's ears turned red as his breathing grew hot and ragged.

Even during that time of the month, he would hold her close with a pale face, press his burning palm against her lower abdomen, and command in a hoarse voice, "Be good. Don't move."

Even more absurdly, the System's notifications went wild:

[Villain's affection +10! +20! +50!... Congratulations, Host! You're about to unlock a hidden bonus, with ten men as your reward...]

Then, just as the male leads and supporting men were about to strike up a conversation, Fu Qianshan pulled her into his arms and kissed her without a care for who might be watching, leaving her dizzy and limp.

Qiao En'en was completely bewildered: Boss, isn't your speed at self-delusion a little too absurd?!

Then one day, she twisted her ankle...

An arm suddenly tightened around her waist!

The man who had supposedly been disabled for years actually stood up from his wheelchair, holding her protectively in his arms!

The man's breath was scorching, his gaze as dark as ink. His low voice, brimming with dangerous possessiveness, brushed against her ear. "Qiao En'en, if you dare get hurt again, or let someone else touch you..."

"I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for ten days. Believe me?"

Qiao En'en: T-ten days?!

Help! Are all the men in adults-only novels this terrifying?

Wait, when did Fu Qianshan's leg get better?

Next book: The Max-Level Metaphysics Master Goes on a Rampage in the Rich Family.

Jiang Yan transmigrated into a book and became the fake heiress of a wealthy family, mocked by the entire internet and about to be kicked out.

Her wealthy adoptive parents sneered coldly. "Our biological daughter is back. Why haven't you left yet?"

Jiang Yan smiled faintly.

The next day, a strange fire broke out at the wealthy family's old mansion, burning only the real heiress's bedroom.

Fire department report: No source of ignition found. The entire internet: ??

At a top-tier banquet, the real heiress wept pearly tears. "Sister, why did you hire someone to hurt me?"

Jiang Yan didn't even look up. She tapped her fingertips lightly.

Rumble! A tower of millions of crystal champagne glasses toppled over, perfectly avoiding all the guests and drenching only the real heiress from head to toe.

Surveillance footage: Nobody went near her.

The wealthy circles were shaken: ?!

The domineering CEO fiancé threw down a breakup letter. "Stop clinging to me. You're not good enough."

Jiang Wan couldn't even be bothered to lift her eyelids. She calculated with her fingers, then sent an email to the entire board of directors at the Lu Corporation: "Your new prime plot of land south of the city has major geological risks. If you force construction, there will be a serious accident within three days."

The next day, part of a Lu Corporation construction site collapsed. A key load-bearing beam snapped, exposing serious corner-cutting in the foundation.

The authoritative inspection report spread like wildfire online. The Lu Corporation's stock price was cut in half overnight, and the CEO, covered in dust, blocked Jiang Wan's door. "Jiang Yan, please help me."

The internet erupted: Is this metaphysics or magic?

Wasn't she supposed to be a useless fake heiress?

As Jiang Yan used her mystical arts to turn the world upside down, the wealthy families who had once spurned her began offering her fortunes as divination fees.

"Master! Please read my feng shui, my ancestral grave, and my birth chart!"

The Metaphysics Association, which had once looked down on her, trembled as it presented her with an appointment letter. "Please become our president."

Jiang Yan: Thanks for the offer. Please don't bother me. I'm busy.

She was currently being blocked at the entrance to a thousand-year-old Daoist temple by the "Living Yama of the business world," a man surrounded by baleful energy and born under an extremely vicious fate. One stomp of his foot could shake the financial world.

His expensive suit could not conceal the murderous aura around him, but his eyes burned with desperation as he said, "Change my fate. Name your price."

Jiang Yan glanced at the towering black aura roiling behind him and smiled. "You're not afraid your soul will be scattered? Fine. Call me Grandma first."

Living Yama Gu Jinsi: "..."

Later, a financial news headline made waves: The business world's terrifying Living Yama was following Master Jiang around, holding an umbrella for her himself and asking meekly, "I was wrong. Can I sleep on the master bedroom floor tonight?"

The trending topic crashed instantly: #Holy crap! The metaphysics master made the Living Yama her devoted servant?!#

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