The Bootlicking Antagonist Wants to Survive,but Female Lead refuse to - Chapter 101: Going Big or Small

Hong Heeju is a sign language interpreter who has become mute due to severe depression.For three years of their arranged marriage, she and her husband never exchanged a single conversation.One day, her life takes a harrowing turn when she’s taken hostage.‘Don’t hang up! This isn’t a phishing call…!’However, her husband, who was even worse than a stranger, coldly disconnected the call.– “Call me when a body is found.”***You $%#£! He’s such a jerk!Overwhelmed with anger, Heeju decides to threaten her husband anonymously.The problem is that he was a well-known spokesperson for the Blue House.– “Can’t you send threats on time?”“That…”– “Here I’m anxiously waiting for my blackmailer’s call.”“What do you…”– “Are you playing around with someone else besides me?”“…?”Wait, is this the same sociopath husband I knew?——–TL/N: ‘Blue House’ was the official residence and office of the President of the Republic of Korea from 1948-2022.

Xia Xingchi was very poor, until he died and transmigrated into a book to become a young master who was adopted back into a wealthy family, becoming rich in an instant!

It was a pity that the book’s moral values were distorted, and he was only cannon fodder while the fake young master who stole the show was the protagonist.

Loved by neither his father nor his mother, Xia Xingchi was forced to marry the frail and sickly villainous big boss. If he escaped the marriage, it would be the end for him. At the engagement banquet, the fake young master set up a trap to lure him into fleeing the marriage and making a scene, but didn’t expect that his eyes would light up on the spot as he rushed up excitedly to say, “Hey, husband!”

This appearance like an immortal, this perfect figure with wide shoulders and long legs……the little fortune hunter was disinterested. In his eyes, his fiancé Li Chengyuan was a gleaming humanoid cash machine!

Xian Xingchi resolutely sat on Li Chengyuan’s lap and held his hand affectionately: “Mr. Li, do you believe in love at first sight?”

— Whenever he heard the call of money, he believed.

Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that Xia Xingchi was truly an idiot, and he was bound to be tossed to the ground by the villainous boss on the spot. Unexpectedly, Li Chengyuan lowered his eyes in silence, and smiled faintly after a moment: “I believe.”

In full view, he picked up Xia Xingchi and abducted him home.

Xia Xingchi was shocked: Wait! Let me go! Your script is wrong!

Facing the derailed plot, the little fortune hunter had no choice but to make money in the entertainment industry to get rich — while giving Li Chengyuan the most loving end-of-life care –

According to the plot of the original book, the villain was about to die.

Li Chengyuan’s face was pale, and he asked weakly in a low voice: “Will you agree to everything I say?”

Xia Xingchi thought of the 100 billion inheritance that would soon belong to him, wept with joy, and nodded with tears in his eyes: “Tell me, I will definitely promise you.”

To his shock, a certain dying person immediately rose up: “Mark your words.”

Xia Xingchi, who couldn’t get out of bed the next day: “Damn! A person dying of illness can also do this sort of thing!”

Li Chengyuan: I don’t know why he always thinks I’m going to die, so I have to show him otherwise

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“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.

“I’ll say it again, I’m not really a genius singer, nor a genius creator! I have no love for singing! My ideal is to be a carpenter!”

“But Mr. Xu, you have won the Grand Slam of awards, and your albums have accumulated the world’s number one sales! Your lyrics and production have won so many kings and queens with one hand! You are considered by everyone to have crushed one by yourself. era!”

“Didn’t you agree to talk about woodworking? Don’t you want to do it?”

“No, boss! But this is your TV station, you have to think about the ratings! Everyone just wants to hear how awesome you are, not your woodworking hobby! The story of being banned?…Okay, okay, can we talk about last year’s rich list? We all know that there are four Chinese women in the top 50 of the world’s richest list, all of them are single, and it is rumored that they are all single with you…”

“Actually, woodworking is very interesting, let’s talk about woodworking!”

“Why don’t we talk about An Xiaojing An Tian? Everyone is very curious. She is not married, but her three children are all surnamed Xu, and…”

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