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Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy

Sequel of Saving the overbearing CEO.... Because of his dads' company, Qie Xieling didn't have an opportunity to have friends until he went to preschool. But when he thought he had made a friend she turned around and fawned over Luo Muchen abandoning him. Any other person would have gotten over it but he was just as petty as his father and as vengeful as his dad hence a rift that would deepen over the years was formed and Lin Lin wasn't mature about it. Each time he lay eyes on Luo Muchen he would sneer but all his friends liked the handsome heartbreaker so what choice did he have? Like a vengeful ghost, Luo Muchen haunted him day in and day out. He thought that Luo Muchen's sole purpose was to irritate him that is until they had to go into a game designed by a rival company, a game that was highly unethical and dangerous, to save Luo Muchen. Could someone explain to him why the annoying demon Muchen was pulling him into his embrace and calling out wife? It turns out a love rival was never a love rival but rather a love interest. Lin Lin, "F*ck" Wen Qinxi, "Watch your mouth, young man." Lin Lin, "...."

Andru_9788 · LGBT+
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Love rivals

Reacting swiftly, Jolie sidestepped, her movements fluid and nonchalant. With a calmness that contrasted the chaos around her, she extended her leg, placing her foot in the path of Bi Yu's oncoming attack. The unexpected obstacle caused Bi Yu to stumble, and her momentum was disrupted.

As Bi Yu crashed to the ground, a guttural scream of anger escaped her lips. The campfire's glow reflected in her eyes, now filled with fury and frustration. Jolie remained composed, her gaze steady as she watched the scene unfold like it had nothing to do with her.

Bi Yize rubbed his forehead in frustration. His sister was usually calm but anything to do with Qie Xieling made her so ill-tempered and irrational. Bi Yu, seething with anger, rose from the ground, her face flushed with a mix of humiliation and fury. She brushed dirt from her clothes, her eyes never leaving Jolie's form. The air crackled with anticipation as if a storm were on the verge of breaking loose.