My Evil Genius Wife
The girl barged into his office, ignoring the secretary's feeble attempts to stop her. He looked up from his files, his expression turning sour at the sight of the girl standing before him. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice chilly. She smirked and tossed her hair. "What do you think I want? I'm hungry. Take me out for lunch." He furrowed his brows. "Why should I? Haven't I already paid you compensation? I have no obligation to feed you, so leave." But she only sneered, her lips twisting into a malicious grin. "Do you really think you can escape from me so easily? Tsk, tsk. Mr. Han, you've underestimated me." "I'll track you down, no matter where you hide," she added, her voice dripping with venom. ... Jiang Yue was a member of the most popular and influential girl group, living a life of fame and glory. But when she dies in an accident and wakes up in the body of a hidden heiress of the Gu family, everything changes. Xu Nuan, once an obedient and timid girl, suddenly becomes sharp-tongued, bold, and fearless after the accident. But can those who have always looked down on her accept her newfound strength and courage? Han Zihao, the president of Han Corporations, is known for his cold and unyielding demeanor. But when Xu Nuan jumps in front of his car and forces him to yield, he finds himself struggling to deal with her fierce and spirited influence. How will he react to this sudden challenge to his authority? …. * NO RAPE OR MAJOR MISUNDERSTANDING* Follow on Instagram: @kamlyn_love Discord server: https://discord.gg/zdjyt5tS Note: Review and comment based on content. Any personal or hate comment or review will not be entertained and will be deleted right away. Criticisms are welcomed, not rude and hateful comments!
Hide and seek (I)
The small studio room was pitch black, the windows were shut and impenetrable curtains were breaking all contacts from the outer world, not even allowing the sunlight to enter the darkroom.
In a dark, small studio room, the light emanating from the computer screen and the neon lights from the mechanical keyboard was the only source of light.
The heavy rain was pouring outside and the pitter-patter sound of the heavy rainfall was blocked by the rock music playing in the headphones.
A man, who was in his mid-20s was sitting in front of the computer; wearing a black plain t-shirt and his red superman boxers. He was wearing round, thick-framed black glasses, and his tousled hair was covering his forehead.
His eyes were fixated on the computer screen as his fingers were flying on the keyboard, resonating a tak-tak sound in the dead-quiet room.