Urban
The Billionaire’s Survival Show
I’m the most notorious actress in the entire entertainment industry.
My agency booked me on a wilderness survival reality show.
They told me I had to kick up as much drama as possible to set off the “perfect” new girl they’d just signed-the so-called National Daughter.
But as soon as we got deep into the mountains, we lost contact with the production crew.
The variety show turned into actual wilderness survival.
Out there, I built a log cabin, hunted pheasants, caught fish, and lived a carefree life.
Meanwhile, those flawless idols were swearing like sailors just to stay alive.
They fought over supplies, and their carefully crafted images shattered completely.
Only later did we find out there were hidden cameras everywhere-and the whole thing had been streaming live every single day…
Can Best Friends Do This?
After I died, the System gave me two options:
1. Come back to life.
2. Bring my best friend’s true love back to life.
I didn’t want to be the True Young Master everyone hated anymore. I didn’t want to keep trying to please my whole family and wronging myself in the process.
So I chose option 2.
A flash of white light passed before my eyes, and I woke up in a hospital.
The person waiting for me wasn’t my family.
It was my best friend, Lu Tinglan.
His eyes were red-rimmed as he climbed onto my bed.
My Domineering Sister
My buddy’s older sister was an aloof, goddess-level doctor, and every time I saw her, my heart started pounding.
Then one day, while I was eating skewers at a barbecue stand, I passed out from blood loss and got rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.
After she performed hemorrhoid surgery on me, I finally found out she’d been secretly in love with me for ten whole years!
Mutual Salvation
When I opened my eyes, I found I had been reborn in a vocational school bathroom.
The girl who had just given birth to me was wearing a shabby cotton-padded coat. She sat on the ice-cold tile floor, staring at me in terror.
She glared at me. Then she raised her bloodstained hands and reached to strangle me.
Right on cue, the System notification rang out: “Current location: the women’s restroom on the west side of the third floor of the teaching building at Maocheng Senior Vocational Technical School. Your first mission: survive your biological mother.”
Me: ? Damn. Straight into nightmare mode.