Lilac in May

After three lifetimes, two failed romances.
Xiao Yao felt like a tragic specimen of failed love.
Ten years prior to her rebirth and time travel, everything reset to the starting point. She wouldn't believe in love again. She swore to protect her family well, to grasp every moment to build her influence and wealth.
Therefore, she worked hard, very hard, to apply the teachings of her master.
From then on, she reviewed the past to see the future, determined life and death with steadfast certainty, never speaking falsely, and thus befriended the elites from all walks of life.
With a pair of penetrative eyes, she eliminated all obstacles, earned the name of Divine Doctor, and laid the foundations of a business empire.
Afterward, her business empire began to become a myth and legend began.
[Mini Theater]
A three-year-old cute little boy, batting his round, wide eyes, tugged at a young man's sleeve and curiously asked, "Daddy, daddy, I heard Mommy say that a long, long time ago, you wouldn't even fart, so why are you now nagging like an old granny?"
The young man exploded in anger, hoisted the little boy onto the sofa, and a smacking sound immediately followed, "You little rascal, try letting out a fart from your mouth and let's see."
The little boy cried woefully, feeling wronged. He just wanted to ask if his daddy really didn't fart in the past, so why was he getting spanked now.

Reborn as the Business Empress

The layout of Dark Prison was akin to an ancient cell: a bed made of weeds, where rodents that bite, cold slippery snakes, and various other insects were kept inside, with the perimeter strewn with chemicals preventing any escape.


Before being locked in, you'd be shown the clear contents of the room. Once inside, absolute darkness. In the blackness, you might touch what could be a rodent or a snake, fear paralyzing you from moving, tasting pure terror and dread, leading some to psychological breakdown instantly.


But, how could the Rakshasa Gang's targets break so easily? Endless torture was the goal of the Rakshasa Gang—rescued at the brink of collapse, only to be pushed there again and again.


When they switched the lights on in Dark Prison, Xiao Yao saw a middle-aged man with disheveled hair crouching in the corner of the room.


Chapter 440 Press Conference (1)