Incubus' Blood Harem - Chapter 20 White Lie Of Jones

Su Wan is a Realm Destroyer. She shuttles to different time-spaces using the identity of the “Cannon Fodder Ex-Girlfriend”, dedicated to plotting how to happily tear apart the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

There’s no such thing as protagonists who can’t be torn apart, only Ex-Girlfriends who don’t work hard enough~

For half of his life, Qin Qing has been fighting in the entertainment circle. He gained fame and fortune but his body also collapsed.

He was reborn and returned to the age of 18. He just wants to stay away from scumbags, earn some money, read books, enter university, and be a healthy and happy ordinary person.

Who would have thought that not even two months of being an ordinary person he was caught by a film emperor.

……

Qin Qing: Carefully work. Work hard to earn money.

Film Emperor: Do what work. Give you a newly acquired company.

Qin Qing: ……

Qin Qing: Scheming? deceiving people? once again?

Film Emperor: My person, who dares move you?

Qin Qing: ???

Qin Qing: Save money to buy a house.

Film Emperor: Would you like a duplex with a 500 ft rooftop garden? Or river view villa?

Qin Qing: ……

Qin Qing: Carefully study. take the college entrance exam.

Film Emperor: in those days, In the whole city, i was ranked in the top 100 in the college entrance exam. what question is hard, I will teach you.

Qin Qing: I’m only eighteen!

Film emperor: I know. the problem of age difference, I will overcome it myself.

Qin Qing: ……

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Su Zhihe was very pleased with his new small assistant, he looked pleasing to the eye and was good everywhere.

Since he liked it a lot, Su Zhihe decided to let his iron tree bloom*. Eighteen years was not considered young , the age difference of a few years was just right.

Not human?

He can be a dog to chase his boyfriend.

- Description from Novelupdates

"I hope my wife liked the arrangements... for the wedding night."

In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?