MTL - Salted Fish Handed Over the Binding System - Chapter 38 The third day to the end

[Mature Content.]**[COMPLETED.]**Winter’s second marriage was nothing like the fairytale of her first. She spent the past two years being intimidated and abused by her evil mother-in-law, Camilla.She endured it all for the sake of her second husband, Sebastian. But she was finally pushed to her breaking point when she found out that Sebastian cheated on her and seized all of her assets accumulated from her previous marriage.Winter was left with nothing but a baby in her womb.“You have taken everything from me, Sebastian Saenz. So I will take this baby with me to the grave. He doesn’t deserve to be born unloved by his scum father,” Winter said before she jumped from the balcony and plunged to her death.She thought she’d end up in the afterlife with her first late husband.But she found herself back in the past, two years earlier when she had just finished her wedding reception with Sebastian Saenz.Thus, equipped with the knowledge of her misfortune that would happen two years from now on, she vowed to protect herself and everything that her first husband left for her from the hands of her greedy second husband and mother-in-law.But what would happen if Sebastian also returned back in time to beg for her forgiveness.Would she give him a second chance?Or would she destroy him just like how he destroyed her in their previous life?“What should I do so you will forgive me, Winter?” Sebastian asked as he was on his knees. “You are the only one I have, so please…”Winter stood coldly, staring down at the man who ruined her in the previous life, “Then I will take everything from you, Sebastian. I want you to know the anguish I felt in my last moment.”

“I can’t do it anymore. Stop it…I can’t take it anymore!” The second young master stopped in his tracks and raised his brows as he stared at Miss Jiang. “All you had to do was jog, so—”

There was a turtle here,He was a bandit! A robber! A shameless scoundrel!Don't mess with him!

“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.