Honey Stewed Squid - Chapter 48 — The Ancient Legend ♥♥!

Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Landmines include but are not limited to: Sweet & naive bottom, a president story, logic is dead, slow-progressing romance, the protagonist’s name has too many character strokes, the names are hard to pronounce, too many gay characters…

Cliché! Cliché! Cliché!OP protag? Check.Beautiful girls? Check.Standard plot? Check.Sub par writing? Yes.Sit back, turn off your brain, and stuff yourself with this junk food novel! I would also like to add that this novel is a touch more romance heavy! A touch!I also post on Scribblehub, the main site I update on. If you like what you see, consider supporting me on patreon!

Ling Yi, the young master of the Ling family, lost his sight after a car accident. Ling Yi’s father brought his illegitimate son into the house. Ling Yi was sent to province A for recuperation and became the laughing stock of every family.
Half a year later, Ling Yi came back, but his eyes were not healed.
However, those who laughed at him couldn’t laugh, because no matter where Ling Yi went, there was a tall and fierce bodyguard around him, and those who laughed at Ling Yi for being blind would be caught by this fierce and cold bodyguard who was 1.92 meters tall. throw out.
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At the banquet, Ling Yi’s hair was stunned as he watched the bodyguard kick Ling Yi’s illegitimate brother to the wall, “Ling Yi, where did you hire such a fierce bodyguard?”
Ling Yi was stunned for a moment: “He is not my bodyguard.”
Fa Xiao: “?”
Ling Yi is very serious: “This is my husband, who got the certificate half a year ago. He hasn’t found a job yet, so he’s taking care of me by my side for the time being.”
Faxiao: “You actually like a man of unknown origin who doesn’t have a job? Your dad will break your leg if he finds out.”
Ling Yi’s father appeared angrily. After a while, he grabbed Ling Yi’s younger brother who was still vomiting blood and apologized: “President Feng, please hold your hand high.”
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Faxiao felt that the man looked familiar, so he took a photo and searched on his mobile phone, then turned to Ling Yi: “Ling Yi, your husband who didn’t find a job seems to be a big man worth hundreds of billions.”
The gentle cat is a prosperous beauty and is attacked by a fierce and cold wife boss
Content tags: Soft love, marriage, sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonists: Ling Yi, Feng Chu ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received “Can you get closer?” ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

“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.