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The Big Shot Tears Apart Her Villainess Script After Transmigrating

# FATE Tang Li, a loner learned in the mystic arts, transmigrated into a book, becoming an overbearing CEO's wife who only ever thinks of running away and trying to kill him everyday, even cohaiting with a gigolo and ended up destroyed by the CEO. Tang Li was speechless, thinking to herself that the Host must be crazy to want a gigolo instead of a CEO who has money, looks, and size! Eventually, everyone noticed in surprise that she gave up on the gigolo and started competing for the family inheritance. Not only had she accepted one impressive disciple after another, she kept hovering over her husband as well. "Darling, I think you're having indigestion, I made you warm soup." "Hold me, darling. I'm afraid of the thunder~" *** Unable to hold it any longer, the overbearing CEO undid his belt while saying dangerously, "Tang Li, you made me fall for you, and I'll have you know how deep is my love right now!" Tang Li (I just wanted a husband): "..." Listen here, darling...

Prosperity Every Year · Urban
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Becoming the Celestial Master

Editor: Henyee Translations

As soon as Tang Li regained consciousness, someone said respectfully, "Celestial Master, the patriarch asked me to invite you to his palace immediately."

Before Tang Li could see who it was, she mumbled to herself, "I'm actually in the Celestial Master's Palace. It seems like the Celestial Master of the Fifth Heaven is on equal footing with the clan head."

However, when she saw it clearly, she fell silent.

This was because at this moment, she was sitting cross-legged above a hall that was especially like a fairyland. White gauze was floating around the hall, and at the same time, there was a faint fog. This fog was actually formed by spiritual energy. Below her, there were many men and women in white robes kneeling, looking at her piously.

By the door of the hall, a middle-aged man in a red robe was kneeling.

Tang Li withdrew her gaze and reached out her hand. She subconsciously looked at the red thread on her wrist.