Substitute Bride to the Crippled Billionaire - Chapter 142: Bullying Whose Person?

“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.

As the eldest daughter of Marquis Xuanping Mansion, Xie Wanqing grew up under the care of her parents and elder brother.Since childhood, a marriage was arranged for her with the Princely Heir of the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion.The two were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match celebrated by everyone.Everyone praised her for her blessed life, born into fortune without ever having to endure a hint of hardship.She thought so too.Until she had a dream, in which her fiancé brought back a mistress.That mistress was of maidservant origin but possessed a stunningly beautiful appearance.He cherished that mistress like a treasure, even at the risk of going against his mother’s wishes.He wanted to break off the engagement and marry the mistress, and it was only due to his mother's threat of her own life that he was forced to marry her.They shared tenderness and affection, giving birth to a firstborn, while she was merely a decoration with no power or favor, placed in the backyard and subjected to humiliation.Later, she awoke from the dream…

Traveling to a parallel world where demons reawaken, Lin Heng becomes a Daoist and is tangled with the eerie Life-Buying Money.One day, ten years of life are borrowed, and as he faces the brink of extinction, fortunately, the system activates!“Fusion, Five Thunders Righteous Method!”With the Great Divine Techniques of the Celestial Master's Mansion in hand, Lin Heng awaits the eerie entities coming for his life that night.

The Immortal Emperor, after being betrayed, was reborn as the peasant Luo Yang. He possessed the “Glance” ability, understood medical skills, knew martial arts, and came with a natural flair for showing off.In the long journey of life, everything is inferior; only showing off is supreme. Watch as the little peasant Luo Yang struts his stuff like the wind, ascends with vigor, all with the determination to show off so grandiosely that it tears through the heavens.