How To Survive as a Villain - Chapter 150: Learn More About The News Of Someone’s Death.

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

If she could use any three words to describe herself, Jiang Yue would say that she is rich, beautiful, and extremely smart. Unfortunately, she took these for granted in her past life, causing her downfall.

After causing a tech disaster in the real world, genius shut-in Rin Katsuro is sentenced by the gods and banished to Ereborn—a realm ruled by chaos, where ancient scripts control magic and dungeons feed on trauma.He wakes up in the body of a legendary war criminal—the Demon King's General—and is mistaken for the adoptive father of a demon princess.Armed with unstable “Error Magic” that lets him rewrite reality like code, Rin doesn’t want to be a hero... but when angels declare war on the demon races, and his daughter calls him “Papa,” he might just rewrite fate itself.This is the story of a broken man with nothing left to live for—until an entire world starts calling him Dad, Demon, and Destiny.

When Ye Qiao received the award for best actress, they asked her about her husband during the interview.
Q: When was the first time that you noticed him?
A: In an old rental apartment. The couple next door was doing special exercises and I happened to overhear it.
Q: When did you officially meet him?
A: I was bitten by his dog and got 6 rabies shots for it.
Q: Why him?

Maybe because she had been lonely and helpless in the past.

She had been hidden herself in the darkness. The only ray of sunlight in her life was from him

A story about Ye Qianxi’s cousin from The Most Majestic You, though the story is mostly unrelated. This story was published before The Most Majestic You and is somewhat more serious

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