Domineering Love - Chapter 41 - Cunning Merchants Too Cunning

As soon as Bai Lu opened her eyes, she became the boss’s little wife.

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When we met for the first time, even though the traces of time had crept up to the corners of our eyes, the man’s graceful and handsome appearance was still stunning. His cruelty, cold-bloodedness, and ruthlessness were all hidden under the deep and silent cold eyes, creating a deliberately hypnotic environment. It had no effect on him.

His consciousness was clear and he looked at her calmly.

Bai Lu has been a good child from other people’s families since she was a child. She is well-behaved, sensible, and listens to her parents. After graduation, she works step by step as a psychological hypnotist.

If she hadn’t accidentally learned that the international case her father was trying was related to Xiao Cheng, she would not have been involved in the danger privately, trying to hypnotize him into his memory and obtain relevant clues.

She had seen Xiao Cheng’s information. His father was addicted to gambling, and his mother abandoned him when he was three years old. Shortly after his father remarried, he and his stepmother died one after another, leaving behind a younger brother who later accidentally disappeared.

Xiao Cheng climbed out of the darkness alone, starting from scratch. His psychological defense was too strong. Bai Lu was no match at all. The hypnosis only read part of the memory and was interrupted unexpectedly.

During their second appointment, her plane unfortunately disappeared in the Bermuda Triangle.

When I opened my eyes again, I was transported back to more than twenty years ago.

She became Xiao Cheng’s little wife who died young…

What’s even more unexpected is that it turns out that the evil dragon is also gentle, and is willing to turn into a thorn to protect her and the rose will bloom brilliantly.

- Description from novelbuddy

Hit by a truck as a young man, after winning God’s ultimate lottery prize, I got to create a HOLY sh*t-like cheat ability of my choosing, create a harem, make loads of money, sleep with a random babe, and do anything I liked; it’s that kind of story.

“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.