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The Male Main's Uncle Is Openly Obsessed With Me

It was only after Su Yayan's death that she realized that she was a malicious cannon fodder female character who became a scapegoat in a Mary Sue story. After an unexpected rebirth, Su Yayan kicked her scumbag boyfriend and his mistress aside and locked her arms around the guardian-like man that she missed out on in her previous life. Everyone in the capital's upper-class circle knew that the youngest Young Master Huo was a cold-blooded tyrant who did not care about his family. Until one day, he forgot to hide his identity and logged in as himself before joining his wife's livestream. Then, he showered his wife with confessions of love during the livestream. "My wifey's cooking is the best in the world. All objections denied!" "My wifey is beautiful, valiant, and talented. She's the most beautiful budding star in the live streaming industry!" "My wifey…" (Omitted thousands of words praising his wife.) Su Yayan was speechless. "Hubby, did you grow up eating cuteness for meals?" The audience, "…" What happened to be cold and heartless? Boss, you're ruining your character setting here! P.S. The male protagonist is an "old" man who is merely four years older than the female protagonist.

Mu Kong · 现代言情
分數不夠
1130 Chs

I Don’t Blame You

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zheng Qianyang saw the change in Huo Chenhuan's expression. He was pleased, but also a little disappointed.

After Huo Chenhuan's parents passed away, the only family he had left in this world was Huo Chenhuan.

Originally, the two of them were dependent on each other. Now that Huo Chenhuan had his own happy little family, he was still alone. Zheng Qianyang could not help but feel a little lonely.

Huo Chenhuan seemed to notice Zheng Qianyang's unintentional vulnerability. He was startled and suddenly realized that the man he had once admired and hated was no longer young.

Time had not favored the man in front of him. His temples had been stained with frost, and there were many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Perhaps in a few more years, the man in front of him would gradually hunch his back, and his consciousness would gradually fade.

He would remember some people, but most of the time, he would forget some people.