My Rich Wife - Chapter 2855 - : The Will that Brings Death

In the 21st century, she was the outstanding world renowned darling of the field of archeology. Then, she transmigrated and became Jinjiang city’s Ji Family’ Third Miss, a small malnourished girl who starved to death. She was unfavored by her father and treated like air by the rest. Therefore, just to earn money and feed herself she had to return to her old profession – being a forensic anthropologist.

With a pair of dextrous hands, she stroked and examined those clickety white bones to solve old and dusty unresolved cases.

He was a handsome cold prince. Just to see the beauty smile, he would not hesitate to throw away his moral principles and repeatedly flirt with her.

In the end, he only received a supercilious look from her, as she declared “Prince, one touch is a 1,000 taels.”

“Then, this prince will give you 10,000 taels for a kiss!”

Liam Sera Banfield is a reincarnator.

Mu Yao is wearing a book.
When she woke up, she became the dark, stupid, arrogant female supporting role in the book.
The male protagonist is deeply disgusted by the stupid and ignorant fiancée Mu Yao who comes out of the mountains and often jumps in front of him.
Until one day, Mu Yao took the initiative to ask him to dissolve the engagement.
The male protagonist thought that he could get rid of Mu Yao’s troubles from now on, but unexpectedly, he somehow became the ugly and stupid dog beside Mu Yao.
From then on, during the day, the aloof male lead sneered at Mu Yao.
At night, after becoming a stupid dog, the male lead curled up the dog’s body, and was pitifully hugged by Mu Yao in Xiangruan’s arms, looking up at the dog’s head, begging to be petted.
The heroine will be beautiful, and the hero will wear his soul on the dog raised by the heroine after dark

Fragment:
Everyone knows that the hero has a fiancée who grew up in the countryside. She is said to be ugly and ugly, and she is extremely disgusted by the hero.
Until in the box, everyone saw the hero squatting on the ground, holding the snow-white slender ankle, carefully putting on shoes for the girl who looked like a fairy, and asked in a hoarse voice: “Yaoyao, when will you follow me?” Am I re-engaged?”
Dumbfounded guys: “…”
Damn dirt ugliness! Damn dislike!

1. The heroine is ugly in the early stage, beautiful and squeamish in the later stage, sprinkled with sugar, and the text is so sweet that toothache
2. If you don’t like beauties, please click X, you don’t need to love, please don’t hurt ~ everyone is a soft and civilized beauty. Declined to pick up the list!
3. The author’s scarf will be worn outside the episode: Beauty Wushuang

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One-sentence introduction: After the hero is dressed as a dog, he chases his wife every day at the crematorium

- Description from novelbuddy

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.