MTL - The Best Actor’s Courtship: Miss Scriptwriter, Please Love Me! - Chapter 259 : Be mentally prepared

He died in his first life, as an ordinary human inside an ordinary planet.

In his second life, he swore to live a life of supreme power, and so he did. He reached the apex and exterminated his enemies to oblivion.

Dying, he was reincarnated in a world which could use Chakra. He became The Overlord Of Every Being, Ruler Of 6 Universe.

Unfortunately, he died. Using a mysterious method, he was reincarnated once again inside the world of Tales of Demons and Gods.

Married for three years, they appeared to be deeply in love in public, but behind closed doors, he treated her with cold indifference.Having had enough of his neglect, she handed him a divorce agreement and left him.Unexpectedly, the usually aloof Chairman Xu began acting like a rascal post-divorce, visiting daily to mooch food and drink, and even wanting to share her bed?Outsiders all say, “Chairman Xu has deep feelings for his ex-wife, even after divorce he can't forget her and spoils her to no end.”

Chi Yaoxi, showbiz’s most famous figure and winner of the best actress award was being cheated on by her boyfriend—and it had to be with her stepsister! And his excuse was that she’s not willing to cohabit and have a child? Laughable!

Chi Yaoxi attended a high-class party, intent on getting drunk and throwing money to a handsome face, whom she would spend the night with! Once she got tipsy, Chi Yaoxi threw herself into the arms of a gorgeous man.

“You’ve caught my eye. Come to my room tonight, and I will give you millions.”

Li Qianming, a CEO of his own right, was stunned. He had met countless women who wanted to seduce him—this was the first time he met one buying him for the night. At the same time, the woman’s stunning figure was latched to himself, her warm breath spraying all over his face. He carried her to his room.

Waking up the next day, Chi Yaoxi smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I was drunk last night, but I will pay you anyway.”

Li Qianming studied her in her naked form with just a towel covering his own modesty, and whipped out a prenuptial agreement. “My son likes you. Let’s get married today.”

“What??”

A replica of Marquis Kieran Vale, the son of the Marchioness of Vale, who she deemed a failure. That was all she was. No, she was now referred to as “he.” At least until she met Claude Del Ihar.