Transmigration: The Fate of the Villainess - Chapter 162 - 162 Extra The man who wanted to love the villainess the most

The immortal cultivator was reborn in the city and became the defeated rich second-generation college student Zhang Yifeng, starting a counterattack from then on.

Step on high, rich and handsome, punch all kinds of masters.

Relying on the secret technique of comprehension, he is watching the world and sweeping all opponents in the world.

“In front of me, no one dares to be arrogant, because people who dare to be arrogant to me will never have a future.”

“In front of me, even the high-ranking queen should lower her head. Otherwise, there will never be a crown on her head.”

- Description from MTL

Han Tae-Sung, thought he was talented in video games and dreamt of turning his life around through BNW, but he would soon realize that life was not as easy as he thought it was.

He’s betrayed by his comrades, hunted down by his enemies, and even chased by debts in real life. He lost everything in the blink of an eye and was thrown down a pit of despair.

What stood in his way? Talent, wealth, connections, and luck.

There was simply no way he could win against those born differently no matter how much he struggled.

However, armed with a second chance and a hidden class, Tae-Sung starts from scratch and embarks on a journey to redeem himself and exact revenge against his enemies.

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Due to a bug in the game, Ren Changsheng accidentally left the game idle for ten million years.As he watched the endless stream of experience points, all Ren Changsheng could think was, 'I really do not want to level up!'

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”