NTR: Minor Villain Wants to Be the Main Villain - Chapter 8: Mommy Dearest

The hot catch Prince Eighth, also known as General Invincible on the battlefield, surely is favored by God, not only does he carry a big weight in court but he also has a gorgeous face. However, he is crippled forever after a fierce fight on the battlefield…

On his wedding night, Luo Qianqian cracks a cheeky smile at him, “Your Highness, looks like we are going to be sisters for life, nice meeting you.”

Hearing that, Eighth is like, “WTF, who is going to be your sister?”

He put his hands on the wall to corner Luo Qianqian, “My princess, you think I cannot satisfy you in bed, hmm, don’t be so sure about that.”

- Description from Novelupdates

My name is Ye Yong, and I’m panicking right now. I was just reading a novel and accidentally got hit by my phone and I transmigrated and became a villain.

Right now, every day, my thoughts are occupied with how to avoid the male lead and how to make the female protagonists fall for me.

I think and plan my actions carefully, and I make every move according to plan. However, the development seems to have gotten off track. The most obvious changes are the female protagonists, who became different than how they were in the novel. They-

Crap, I gotta run, talk to you later.

Shen and Ming, two top wealthy families, have married.

As the object of marriage, Professor Ming is obsessed with scientific research, education, and psychological construction and can’t extricate himself. He really has no relationship with the big devil Shen Tinglan!

The two of them don’t even bother to play every scene, and Ming Qianye thinks about being annulled by the Great Demon King all the time!

However, relying on the exorbitant looks, talents and abilities of both parties, CP fans come here uninvited, looking forward to their interaction every day, begging for dog food to fit together, and trying hard to find evidence of their love…

Professor Ming finally couldn’t take it anymore and sent a message to showdown with the big devil——

【Senior, I actually just want to have a fake relationship with you! 】

The Great Demon King: 【Call me husband, I will have a real relationship with you. 】

Professor Ming frowned: 【I don’t want to fall in love! 】

The big devil called directly: “What’s the matter? I just donated the laboratory and the teaching building, and last night I said that I performed well, but the next day I turned my face and refused to recognize anyone? Have you learned how to cheat money and sex?”

Professor Ming was shocked: “I didn’t, I… am participating in the show…”

Followed by ‘Duddu…’

That phone is hung up!

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded:

【Did the words just now come from the mouth of Mr. Shen, who is so handsome? 】

【How did Great Demon King Shen behave last night? Is it the color I thought it was? 】

【Can you describe the details? We don’t lack this traffic! ! ! 】

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.