My Mysterious Hidden Husband - Chapter 459: I’m More Handsome Than That Song Guy

Before the divorce, Cecilia Nathan was always at his beck and call, docile and submissive.Everyone thought she was hopelessly in love with him.Later, Damian Hawthorne fell in love, and the object of his affection was a seemingly pure and innocent woman.The way he pursued another woman made Cecilia Nathan realize she could never warm his stony heart.The night she left, Damian Hawthorne pinned her against the wall and scoffed, “Cecilia Nathan, you can't live without me.”But later, what awaited Damian Hawthorne was not Cecilia Nathan's return, but the sight of her marrying another man.It turned out that in this relationship, the one who couldn't let go was him all along.

Mu Mu transmigrated in the novel that had the plot like a fraud marriage with a man dressed in women’s clothing, rich man regretting and taking revenge after rebirth.

The body he had transmigrated into was none other than that of a scumbag who was a fraud man dressed in women’s clothing. He was also the one that the protagonist took revenge against.

And now, he was standing at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau with that damn protagonist, holding the newly-released marriage certificate in his hand.

Mu Mu agitatedly raised his head. He saw the fierce and sinister expression on that damn protagonist. He was twitching the corners of his mouth, showing a grim smirk of wishing to eat his blood and flesh.

Mu Mu’s legs were weak and his eyes turned dark. He was trembling: “My good brother, why don’t we get a divorce?”

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Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder are the seven elements in the world.Everything in the world is made up of one or more of them.As long as the structure is set up, and then according to a certain proportion, in a specific position, add the right amount of elemental energy with different attributes, you can create everything in the world!And, I, Xiao Ye, am the master of the elements. …… ……Young Ling Chen awakens a mysterious physique, and from then on, he defeats the geniuses, kills the heroes, and dominates the world!Ling Chen: Sorry, I am the kind of genius you hate the most!

“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.