The Days of Being in a Fake Marriage with the CEO - Chapter 2: She Is a Gentle and Virtuous Wife

In the 41st millennium, darkness rages across the galaxy!The Imperium of Man has lost half of its territories.Millions of planets have fallen victim to the invasion of Chaos!Famine, crime, and heretical cults spread like wildfire…On the planet of Urth, located in the Imperium's dark zone, extreme suffering is taking place.Fortunately, the savior, Eden, has arrived!He awakens to the essence of the Warp and leads his people to prosperity!Starting from a small, broken territory:Farming, building armies, managing internal affairs, unifying the planet, creating Space Marines, forming a fleet, embarking on a grand expedition...When the Lord Regent leads the Imperial fleet to reclaim lost lands, he gazes upon the flourishing star systems and the sky-darkening armada, then looks back at his own ragged ships and is left dumbfounded...Who is the true Imperium?[Raw: 官场职场 > 战锤：从行星总督开始]

Once, because of a pair of purple eyes he was scorned. He is a wangye known across the land, cold and bloodthirsty, looking disdainfully upon the world.

Once, because of a mother’s death she received a father’s resentment. She is a publicly known junzhu whose looks have been destroyed, pitiful and weak.

In reality, he has a pair of this world’s most beautiful eyes, the most formidable background, the most imposing strength.

In reality, she has a peerless face, the most unshakable background, and the most ingenious medical skills.

She, Lan You Nian, aloof and cold-hearted, underneath the appearance of a celestial maiden is a battered, wounded heart.

When the cruel and ruthless him met the indifferent her, who adores who most deeply? Who once again puts a smiles on for whom?

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On the way to a company workshop, we fell into a world of immortal cultivators while still in the car.

Those with spiritual roots and unique abilities were all called to join cultivation sects, living prosperously.

But I, having neither spiritual roots nor special abilities, lived as an ordinary mortal for 50 years, complying with fate until my death.

That’s what I thought.

Until I regressed.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.