The Movie King’s Beloved Wife Is a Big Boss
Lin Zhiwei, whose beauty surpassed even the snow, was inexplicably chosen six years ago to be the successor to a formidable leader. Once carefree and indulgent, living life with passion and abandon, she now had to face each day in fear as her once stunning appearance grew uglier year by year. Not only did she endure the torment of a non-human overlord, but she also had to accept the solitude that came with her changing looks. Years passed in obscurity for the unfortunate Lin Zhiwei, burdened by worries about her fate, her future, and her prospects for love. It wasn't until she crossed paths with Ling Zihuan, a cunning film emperor, that her life took a turn. Unconcerned with outward beauty, he approached her not for romance, but to propose a transaction...
The Movie King’s Beloved Wife Is a Big Boss
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Country M, Nameless Domain, Arena
Thud—a heavy sound echoed as someone hit the ground...
Lin Zhiwei was thrown down yet again, for the N+1th time, and this time the fall was so hard she couldn’t get up. Though she managed to land on her backside in a split second, the impact was too much; she felt as if her waist might snap.
She vaguely remembered that she had just followed the correct tactical approach, attacking the lower center, but before she could react, she was lifted into the air and slammed down mercilessly.
Like a grasshopper about to be crushed, she didn’t even have time to struggle before she was gasping for air.
Not a moment’s pause, not a second of sympathy.
She thought to herself, Maybe I should just play dead. Would that end today's training instantly? What a brilliant idea.
She shut her eyes immediately, though her lashes couldn't help but tremble.
“Lin Zhiwei, you’d better stand up.”
A low, chilling masculine voice pierced the air. Lin Zhiwei cracked her eyes open just a sliver and caught a glimpse of the man not far away, his whole body emanating icy resolve. His tall figure was closing in on her step by step.
Her survival instinct prompted her to scramble upright in a heartbeat. “Brother, can’t you let me off just this once...?”
His black eyes were deep and unfathomable. Dressed in black athletic wear, his sculpted features exuded an authority that brooked no dissent; his lips were pressed tight, a sharp aura radiating from him—a clear sign he was about to explode.<
