The Royal's Cute Little Wife - Chapter 131

Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, “Good Morning, Chief!”

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Shocking! The seventh daughter of the Su family was supposed to marry the ninth prince after she found herself pregnant, but she ran away on the night of her wedding!

Su Qian, a gifted doctor, transmigrated as the joke of the town? Let's watch how she'd take on the world with her daughter and reclaim everything that belonged to her!

Did people say she was an ugly loser? How funny! She was skilled in both medicine and poison, and she could revive the dead. She could even manipulate five types of poisonous insects. Since then, people started claiming she was the source of all things evil. Anyone who went against her would eventually beg for forgiveness on their knees. She also had a son and a daughter to protect her. They pampered her in every way possible.

“My mother is emotional. Please don't make her upset.” After saying that, Su Qian's son beat a prince up for insulting her.

“My mother isn't very brave. She's easily bullied.” After saying that, Su Qian's daughter beat Su Qian's stepsister up and reclaimed the family inheritance on her behalf. One day, their father showed up and stopped them from entering the room. He stakes his claim, “I'll pamper my own wife. Step aside.”

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Tang Dynasty：Live with princess Changele, Li Er is going crazyAfter Xiao Ran woke up, he find that half of his bedroom had gone through time and space.Next to him is a girl with exquisite features and a beautiful appearance. The girl is actually Li Lizhi, Princess Changle of the Tang Dynasty.In the seventh year of Zhenguan era(a era of Tang Dynasty), thermal underwear, baby warmers, and hot water bottles have become the best-selling products in Chang’an City.This year’s Chang’an City was very cold…Xiao Ran made a lot of money!Relying on Blue Star’s various technologies, Xiao Ran successfully captured Princess Changle’s heart and prevented her from marrying Changsun Chong.The purification of fine salt, sugar, medicinal materials, and potatoes and sweet potatoes all entered Datang one by one.

“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.