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Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Transmigrated as a beautiful CEO, everything is within reach of her hands. Wealth, Power, and Influence. And she also possesses the system. Starting point high with all the helps from the universe, what could go wrong? What?! She is in a world similar to the combination of novels. What! The most hated sadomasochistic-SM-CEO and his wife, novel theme, and her half-sister was a heroine. Side characters never ever had a good time as the world revolves around them. Our CEO knows this and her worries increase. What?! Another novel theme shows up in this world and it's a stallion one. Messed up and you still tell me... Heaven! That's not all, she is supposed to be a member of the harem of the male protagonist. ****! our CEO shoves a middle finger at the world and strangles the system. What in the world have you brought me here for? Companions, enemies, connections, and successes are all meant for her to walk through. Each step, every struggle will be her monument. Rising to the top of the pyramid, overlooking from above, everything within her grasp. Prove to the world, a woman can hold up half the sky. First, Let me find a way to divorce this engagement with Lin Fan. Former Title: My system helps me become a cold, beautiful, elegant C.E.O

PraiseElune · LGBT+
分數不夠
607 Chs

Prison Privatization

"So, my dear. You won't have any problems with my backing." Ling Qingyu patted Yang Qingyue's shoulder. "I'm no longer the ordinary businesswoman. Maybe, next time in bed, I might sell some information about myself, provided you satisfy me."

Yang Qingyue's eyelids twitched at Ling Qingyu's evil pretentious act. Because the two were conversing side-by-side, Yang Qingyue only noticed now that Ling Qingyu stayed too close to her.

"By the way, you better address me properly. I don't want others gossiping behind my back." Yang Qingyue snorted.

"I don't mind."

"But I mind." Yang Qingyue gritted her teeth. 

"Don't worry. They are concentrating on the operation. Nobody had eyes on us." Ling Qingyu hugged Yang Qingyue and slid her palm from the shoulder's position itching downward to the spine and following its trail till the hand reached the pelvis then kneaded inward slightly.