Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

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MLT,NOT MINE 快穿之被大佬盯上了 Novel Summary Little Si'er: Your task is to fulfil the original wish, to care for the big brother, avoid suffering, avoid drifting away, avoid blackening, warm him, and love him. Su Qiao: Oh, understand, grab him, hide him, and then photograph him with a warm baby. But... it didn't feel very dark, but rather a little cute. How did you feel fat? Xiao Sier: Hmph, host, you are still too young. The big man looked bloodthirsty and stared at Xiao Si: Who are you humming? Want to shit? later...... Su Qiao wanted to cry without tears: Xiaosi, help! I will never hate you anymore! The little four shivered, turned around, and fled: Host, don't persuade, show your courage, let's roll up our sleeves and do it!
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Su Bai had died once before. And now, after his rebirth, he was done. Done with the chaos, the heartbreak, and the endless cycle of torment. He refused to endure it all over again. This time, he wanted nothing more than a peaceful, quiet life-far away from the entangled mess of these so-called protagonists. Because, yes, this world was a novel. A clichéd, overly dramatic love story. And Su Bai? He was nothing more than a disposable tool, a plot device designed to deepen their undying love for each other. His legally wedded husband-the protagonist, the perfect, untouchable gong-was at the center of it all. F*** this. Su Bai wanted no part of it anymore. He had been kind, accommodating, and patient. But this time, the "tool man" was done being used. The version of Su Bai who had endured everything with a smile, who played his role obediently, was gone. "Goodbye," he muttered to himself as he shut the door on his old life. And yet, there he was-the original gong, his husband-kneeling outside the house on a durian of all things. The sight would have been comical if it weren't so absurd. But Su Bai didn't care anymore. The pleading, the regret-it all meant nothing now. He didn't want revenge, forgiveness, or closure. He just wanted his peace. This time, Su Bai vowed, he would live for himself.

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