Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife - Chapter 1381: Bittersweet Memories 6

The cousin isn’t called Biao Ge. He has his own name. His name is Cheng Jinyu. From the phrase—– Wo Jin Huai Yu (to hold and cherish a beautiful jade; a person with good moral values), it’s the name his father gave him.

But Chen Yuze calls him Biao Ge, so Biao Ge became his name.

Biao Ge has a sworn enemy, his name is Gu Bokai. Biao Ge doesn’t know how he provoked this person. He detested himself very much. Like being disgusted with sh*t in a garbage can.

However one day Biao Ge was told to marry Gu Bokai. As for the reason, an extreme pain in the ass, because Biao Ge’s life is hard!

Gu Bo Kai has married three times and now has three dead wives…

Gu Bo Kai: No, absolutely not!

Mother Gu: First cry, second stir up trouble, third hang oneself (throwing a temper tantrum). Continue to get married, or I die and let you see.

Gu Bo Kai: Why?

Mother Gu: He is tough, can avoid being killed by you and can also have children.

(Shou and Gong have no kinship. Biao Ge is what others call this person. It’s like a name)

- Description from Novelupdates

In the book, the supporting male lead is the older brother of the female lead. The supporting lead has a cold and desolate personality and is despised by the female lead due to his terminal illness. However, when the female lead acted viciously and was abandoned by everyone, he still protected her, sacrificing everything for her and even dying for her.Su Ci has transmigrated into the book, becoming a little rabbit raised by the supporting male lead, and she has discovered that her life is tied together with this terminally ill supporting male lead.After becoming a little rabbit, Su Ci can only sleep on the supporting male lead’s dusty bed every day, eat withered carrots, and guard against the female lead, who occasionally tries to pluck her rabbit fur. To turn back into a human, she needs to find ways to get close to him every day.The supporting male lead noticed that lately, his pet rabbit always wanted to kiss him. Until one night, he leaned down and kissed this soft little creature, and it unexpectedly transformed into a beautiful little fairy!…The female lead encountered trouble, so she went to look for the supporting male lead, whom she always looked down upon. Unexpectedly, the young man, who was previously poor, down on his luck, and nearing death, had become a scion of a wealthy family in a blink of an eye, and by his side was a girl as beautiful as a fairy.But what made her jealous was that the always-cold and aloof supporting male lead actually kissed that girl gently in front of everyone!

On December 11th, the apocalypse began. A new, mutated coronavirus—the Zeta variant—spread worldwide, and it was far more deadly than any version before it. Those infected without strong immune systems turned into zombies, and within two days, chaos reigned, wiping out 80% of humanity.Zack, an ordinary guy, found himself in the middle of this nightmare, struggling to survive. Lacking the skills to fight off the zombies, he was soon overwhelmed and met a tragic end… or so he thought.When Zack suddenly finds himself alive again, he’s back at the start of the apocalypse but with one huge difference—an advanced AI has armed him with powerful technology. Equipped with a zero-point reactor, power armor, a super serum, and much more, he now has the tools to turn the tide.Follow Zack as he builds a new civilization from the ruins and fights to reclaim the world in this thrilling journey of survival and innovation.

“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.