Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute - Chapter 1237

Chu Nanli, the noble Goddess of Chu Kingdom, revered and worshipped by thousands.She concealed her identity and married into a foreign land, all for Ye Yunting's once spoken words, “In this life, this young master will only have eyes for you.”After the marriage, she diligently served him, cooking and washing for him, but he betrayed her, despised her, and let his servants oppress and humiliate her.Having just arrived, her scumbag husband wanted to force her to miscarry?As a military surgeon from the year 2090, she wasn't someone to be trifled with. Harm me slightly, and I'll retaliate a hundredfold! She hacked her path, eliminating enemies, seeking revenge, and even expanding her own influence.After their divorce, a renowned young general, an unparalleled court Divine Doctor, and an outstandingly talented top scholar all fell for her, each eagerly proposing marriage to her.Ye Yunting could only cry and line up, “Lili, please give this king one chance.”“Please let this king see the child, our child...”However, he was callously kicked aside by the almighty, unapproachable Regent King!“Get lost, my child doesn’t need a father!”

“I betrayed the only man who stayed faithful to me, and died by the hand of the father I worshipped.”​Olivia Luceron was the perfect tool. For years, she acted as a spy within her own marriage, feeding her father secrets to dismantle her husband’s power. Her reward? A cold dungeon, a mutilated body, and a walk of shame through the empire’s streets.​Her husband, Duke Matthias, whom she treated with nothing but icy indifference, died protecting her. Her father, whom she gave her soul to, was the one who ordered her torture.​Now, Olivia has returned a year before her death.​The platinum hair she lost is back. The scars on her chest have vanished. And Matthias—the man who kissed her forehead in a dark cell before facing the executioner—is still alive.​She doesn't seek his forgiveness. She doesn't even seek his love. In this life, Olivia has only one goal: to use her position as the Duchess to systematically destroy the Locron family from within.​She will be the “Perfect Wife” this time—a mask of ice to hide a heart of fire.“Dear Father, you taught me how to be a monster. It’s only fair that I show you what I’ve learned.”

“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.

In 'The Elf Kingdom', the War of Gods 1000 years ago caused the fall of the World Tree. In a world where true gods rule, the fall of the elven civilization came soon after.A 1000 years has passed, the new World Tree is now reborn.Eve Yggdrasil, the Mother of Nature, the Goddess of Life, the Great Ruler of Elves, armed with the ability to connect to the Internet on the blue planet.He (yes, He) now must rely on players from the blue planet to help his goal of reviving the past glory of the elves and the World Tree.