Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is a Affectionate Spitfire - Chapter 3098

(Marriage first, love later, short-lived parents, 1v1 double cleanliness)

Du Jingyi braved his fate and married into the Duke’s mansion, becoming the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family.

The husband is Shang Shaoyu, the most popular god of war in the Daxing Dynasty at that time, but it is widely said that he is known as a wife-suppressant.

I thought it was a match made in heaven.

Unexpectedly, on the night of the wedding, Shang Shaoyu only had time to lift his hijab, leaving a sentence of “Cezhou is in danger” and left in a hurry for three years.

After the master returned to court, he remembered that he had a lovely wife in his house.

I thought she had been wronged, but I found that my beloved wife hiding in Xitang Courtyard was living a better life than anyone else.

Everyone in the Duke’s mansion was going through so much trouble, but she was the only one who was pampered…

Du Jingyi just wanted a stable retirement, but he was forced to kill everyone in the back house.

First, half of the bed was given away, and then someone squeezed into my heart for no reason.

Just before her fall.

The general, who had a hard face and a cold heart, had a gentle and charming smile.

He whispered in her ear: Madam, please have mercy…

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“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.

“I think… my boyfriend is trying to kill me,” Lin Sanjiu muttered.

As she thought about that rich, handsome, and gentle boyfriend of hers, she could not help but tremble all over.

At the present, someone close to her had personally raised the curtains to an apocalyptic hell, and slowly, it was creeping up to her.

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What if earth devolved into a apocalyptic hellhole? What if you found out you not only have to survive just one apocalyptic event but have to struggle through multiple worlds with different end-world scenarios? And you get to meet more superpowered crazies than you can imagine!

Presenting the worst nightmare that your weird doomsday prepper neighbour with a bunker full of canned beans could have, Doomsday Wonderland is a novel filled with subverted tropes, non-OP characters and a female friendly label which offends all politically correct fanatics.

As ‘lucky’ humans evolved to posthumans with abilities to adapt to the New World or mutate into disgusting duoluozhongs to survive, follow Lin Sanjiu as she struggle through the multiple challenges to just live one more day… and make sense of this New World that will no longer be the same.

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When she woke up, she had already jumped through the dynasty of history. Qiao Wei fell silent, how could she be so unlucky? Sleeping can also cross through history? Even jumping two levels, becoming the mother of the two small buns.

Looking at the small buns sparkling little eyes, Qiao Wei could not say a word of refusal.

Bad! How could she handle such a situation, she wasn’t even a mother, could anything be worse than this?

Raise the buns, get a fortune and become prosperous.

If someone is not being evil, I will leave it untouched. If people respect me, I will respect people, but if people make trouble for me, although hard, I will punish them.

Xinglin spring, even she was an abandoned woman but she could make a beautiful life too.

“Nān Nān, finally aunt found you! How did you leave that year? Aunt was looking for you like crazy! You still being alive is really good, let’s go home with aunt! A woman earning so much money is very unsafe outside!” Said a beautiful woman with a veil.

“You do not care about my children, but want to touch my money, it really hurts me! Do you know it, Aunt?” Qiao Wei looked cold.

Small steamed buns looked back and forth to a cold-looking man: “Mother, Uncle said he is my father.”

Qiao Wei smiled: “Good son, tell your father to prove his identity, what should be done?

Small buns opened a gold booklet, one by one, he said: “Joe’s Family Rules” one hundred and one, insulting an underage girl, will be given palace punishment. “Uncle, if you are really my father … …”

Ranging from a small buns finished, man grabbed Qiao wei’s chin with cold finger, showing a touch of a cold and dangerous smile: “If this Lord remembers right, it seems that night you are being hard on this Lord!”

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