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

"I know you were sent here on a mission. All I want now is to ask you a few questions!" Xiao Yao continued speaking. "You can choose to answer, or choose not to. But refusing to answer will have consequences far worse than death. You will be turned into a living stick. Of course, I can still extract the information I need from your brain!"


Even if he kept silent, Xiao Yao had ways to obtain the necessary information from his mind.


This man was shocked by the cruelty and ruthlessness of such a young woman as revealed through her calm words. It wasn't a threat of life or death, but one of suffering worse than death itself. To be alive but endure agony far worse than the Eighteenth Level of Hell.


In an instant, his heart was filled with terror. Death wasn't frightening, but being denied death was.


Chapter 560: Special Tracker (1)