Master’s Smile - Chapter 119

Li Xuehao found a secret of monasticism in the cover of the genealogy. After spending ten years, he finally succeeded in building the foundation. Unexpectedly, he was eager to get rid of the evil spirits. After his death, he was born again in Yokohama, Japan, and was attached to Sakura, Tsurumi. The story of the high school student Gao Zhonghao in the college, the story begins here…

- Description from Shubaow (Translated)

He said coolly: “One million a month, stay with me!” She raised her eyebrows and smiled: “Pay a 30% deposit first, no credit!” Show no mercy. When the contract expired, she turned around gracefully, and when he chased after her, she found that there was already a kid the size of a kid beside her…

- Description from novelbuddy

“I can’t do it anymore. Stop it…I can’t take it anymore!” The second young master stopped in his tracks and raised his brows as he stared at Miss Jiang. “All you had to do was jog, so—”

Everyone knew that Miss Jiang was an artiste who had been defamed and blacklisted before she became famous again. When she got into trouble, she did not give up but fought persistently. Everyone knew that the second young master was the mysterious head of the enterprise. He was an extremely cold person with an exquisite taste. Moreover, the second young master had recently adopted a new hobby. He took in his younger brother’s ex-fiancée and he was extremely fond of her…

- Description from Novelupdates

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.