Awakening the Divine Spark - Chapter 151: The best wingman.

A con-man and policewoman that are legends of their respective professions suddenly die, then are reincarnated and return to the Tang Dynasty of ancient China as little kids.

Accepting their second chance and forced restart, they choose to use the modern knowledge and specific talents that they have in their previous lives in order to live comfortably in this new life.

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oung Master Shen Yanshi from the Shen family's conglomerate is known to be very picky when it comes to women, but Xiang-Nuan managed to catch his eye with her face that bore a striking resemblance to his first love.She played the role of a naive and innocent little white flower, doing her best to fulfill her duties as a stand-in.Yanshi was generous towards her, providing her with many opportunities in the past two years, transforming her from an unknown extra to a somewhat famous second-tier actress.However, when the actual first love, Miss Gong, returned, Xiang-Nuan obediently took the initiative to break up with him, and Yanshi nonchalantly let her go, saying, “Do as you wish.”After parting ways with Yanshi, Xiang-Nuan's once pure and innocent style underwent a drastic transformation, evolving into a sweet and spicy elegant lady style that drifted further away from her previous path.One day, as Xiang-Nuan was leaving the set, she spotted Yanshi's car parked outside.He looked at her coldly, “You acted well.”She modestly replied, “President Shen is too kind.”“Come back and continue acting.”Feigning affection, putting on a show, the one who falls in love first is the loser.

There is a famous fairytale. A kindhearted girl whose father and stepmother got married and became a family of five with her two stepsisters. The poor girl who was condemned by her stepmother and stepsisters when her father died. The very fairytale, Cinderella.

A huge guy is bawling his eyes out. In this day and age? Sure, maybe the world changed while I was away in that other place. I’m not some old-fashioned boomer.But what if that guy is clinging to my pant leg, sobbing and sniffling—And we’re not even acquaintances?Even in modern times, that’s just messed up. Ask any passing kid, they’d agree.So yeah, I shook my leg. He was gross and too close.“The hell’s wrong with you? Crying just ’cause you saw a ghost?” “N-no! I swear, it was really there! You didn’t see it!!”I let the disrespect slide. Barely. He was asking for help and still talking down to me just because I look young?Obviously, I’m not the one who lost his balls. He is.And yet… when I looked where he pointed—Something was there.I threw some coarse salt and looked again.He stared at me like I was insane, but I ignored it.…Yeah. Something was definitely there.It made eye contact.