MTL - The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby - Chapter 3409 I love you, a thousand words in the world.

“Boss, Madam wants to play a role in a movie.”

“Invest in a movie and make her the lead role!”

“Boss, Madam wants to be a model…”

“Bring international models for her to use as a stepping stone!”

“Boss… Madam wants to be a singer…”

“Buy 1 million copies in advance!”

In her past life, Bai Qingyan hurt the man who loved her. He looked at her lovingly as he fell to his death and she realized she loved him all too late. To live a life once again, she vowed to grasp this happiness with him. No longer will she regret.

“Who calls my name? You aren’t worthy! Also, it’s time to pay off the debt and enmity incurred from the past. Are you ready?”

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Le Yao became a cannon fodder wife for the *sshole CEO, Nangong Jue. As she cherished her life, she quickly signed the divorce agreement and walked away. After she got far away from him, she let herself fly free. Strongly determined to succeed, she returned to school and became the most beautiful scholar on campus. To turn her life around, she started cooking delicious food. When she started to live-stream her cooking sessions, she became a popular cooking goddess. Plus, she even taught line dancing to older ladies, becoming the sassiest dance goddess as she twisted her hips.

Le Yao was speechless. She unintentionally let herself fly free a little too quickly, huh?

Nangong Jue: “It’s fine. No matter how far or fast you fly, you’ll never fly out of my palm.”

A bunch of big shots who want to hug, kiss, and pamper the heck out of Le Yao: “…”

Le Yao: “…”

“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.

Just after retiring, Gu Xiyan was entangled by King Qin again.

King Qin looked down on Gu Xiyan, but he was greedy for her body and planned to take her as a concubine.

Gu Xiyan had a smile on her face, MMP in her heart. Becoming a concubine to an ex? It’s a joke, isn’t it good to make money?

I don’t want the peach blossoms to bloom, the second son of Yongcheng Hou and the third son of Qi Anbo all fall in love with her.

Zhou Mu, with [long legs], [buttocks] and [unbelievable appearance], was even more simple and rude, and went straight to the door to ask for marriage.

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On the day Qin Wang got married, Gu Xiyan also got married in a grand manner.

On this day, there were not a lot of guests in Prince Qin’s Mansion, all the dignitaries in the city went to Zhou Mansion for a wedding, and the emperor condescended to officiate the wedding ceremony for Zhou Mu and Gu Xiyan.

Everyone knows that Zhou Mu is the emperor’s eldest son raised among the people.

Later, Zhou Mu became the emperor, and Gu Xiyan became the queen just by lying flat.

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Zhou Mu is a man of unrivaled beauty, unique in the world, attracting the hearts of all the girls in the city, but he doesn’t understand amorous feelings, what love is.

Gu Xiyan, who was reborn and returned, knew that Zhou Mu was a non-marriage advocate, and never dared to have unreasonable thoughts about him.

Unexpectedly, on the day when she met with the third son of Qi Anbo, the noble and self-respecting man suddenly went berserk in the street, dragged her into the carriage, and asked her to marry him with red eyes: “My girl’s reputation has been ruined by me, so she can only marry me!”

[Rebirth, Overhead, Double C, Sweet Pet]

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