MTL - Summoning the Holy Sword - ~ A new start

[Light-Hearted + Multi-Novel Worlds Fusion + Proactive Female Lead + I Want Them All!] Also known as“After Reseting for the Sixth Time, the Female Lead Takes the Initiative to Come to Me.”Transmigrated as a villain, becoming an experience-rich, wealthy, and handsome character, the beginning sees the fiancée coming to accuse me on behalf of the male lead!According to the plot, not only am I supposed to be face-slapped by the grassroots male lead, but my fiancée will also be stolen!Finally got the system, but it wants me to obediently follow the plot!Can I tolerate this? I will fight back directly!The protagonist reborn to amend regrets? No need for amends, just make him regret more! A war god returns, searching for his lost love in the city?Flirt with his lost love right in front of him, making him only able to bear it silently! Eavesdropping on thoughts, the female lead falls for him after listening?Bring out the signal blocker, and the male lead directly becomes a fool talking to himself!The villainess and her followers want to bully others because of their status?Insubordination, directly snap them away! A reborn immortal emperor, who acts without needing to explain to anyone? Despising the law, an additional crime, immediate death penalty!As for the missed girls, I’ll make amends for you!

As a professional swimmer, Tang Yi-Bai conquered the masses with his looks alone, earning himself the title ‘Adonis of Swimming’. Every day, countless fans would run to his social media pages to leave messages calling him ‘hubby’, crying and shouting that they would like to ‘have his babies’.

One day, Tang Yi-Bai released this message on his Weibo:
Can everyone please stop calling me hubby. I already have a wife. ~(@^_^@)~

- Description from Novelupdates

At the age of 12, Shen Yue accidentally fell into a pond while feeding fish. That’s when she realized that her parents were not her real parents, and her five brothers were not her real brothers either. She was just a fake heiress to the Shen family!

Knowing she was destined to lose everything, Shen Yue decided to just lie down and give up. If she was going to lose it all anyway, she might as well just lie down and relax.

“Big brother, is working at the company fun? Let me check it out,” she thought, wanting to enjoy the perks of being a Shen daughter while she still could. Those luxuries would be out of reach soon enough.

“Second brother, is acting fun? Let me give it a try,” she schemed. What? They pay you just to lie still like a corpse? This is a job she had to get!

“Third brother, is that gun realistic? Let me see,” she said, examining the firearm. Not bad, though the recoil is too strong. She’d need to find a smaller one to play with next time.

“Fourth brother, will the teachers be mad if I sneak into your research institute? Let me take a peek,” she plotted, eyeing her handsome professor. A little hugging wouldn’t hurt!

“Fifth brother, that medicine you’re working on smells nice. Mind if I try a little taste…” she asked casually before sampling it. Tastes good! But now my head feels itchy—I better not be growing a brain!

On the day the real heiress returned, Shen Yue’s five brothers shielded her behind them. “Dear sister, can we keep her with us? She’s a bit slow, it’d be dangerous for her out there alone.”

The true heiress scoffed coldly, masking her sly intentions beneath a guise of innocence.

But in the end, she realized this Shen Yue really was quite dim-witted. Oh well, might as well let her stay.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”