Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death - Chapter 205: The Story Is Over

Hollywood has summed up a lot of formulas… What movie will be successful?

But there are always big box office hits that fit the formula,

Ronald Lee travels back to Hollywood in the 1980s,

Can he discover the secret to the movie’s success?

Because he can dream about movie clips he saw in his previous life…

He is good at making high-box-office movies, and he is also good at getting actors to win awards.

Brought Ronald many friends, enemies, and confidantes…

Please let the author take you to relive the 80s of breakdance, afro, and high shoulder pads

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“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.

When he awoke, Pei Yi had transmigrated into the wealthy young master of the same name in a book.

The original owner was ten years old when he fell into the pool and nearly drowned. When he woke up again, he was a mentally impaired child and became the laughingstock of the entire Imperial Capital circle.

The profit-oriented elders regarded him as a bargaining chip for business transactions, and followed the instigation and arrangements of the Bo family to make him marry the Second Young Master Bo, who was blinded in a car accident.

A fool and a blind man, this was obviously a humiliation.

It was a pity that others didn’t know that Second Young Master Bo was the most important villain in the book.

Not only would his eye disease be cured, but he would become the only person with authority in the Bo family.

As for the foolish original owner, after being kicked out of the Bo residence by the protagonist of the original book, he still couldn’t escape the fate of falling into the river and dying tragically.

. . .

Knowing the plot of the book he transmigrated into, Pei Yi met “his” nominal marriage partner, Bo Yueming, not long after—

With a golden figure and long legs, a god-given handsome face and a strong waist, the point was that the other party was still blind! He could do what he wanted without fear of being watched!

Very good, this marriage must be finalized!

While playing the role of a fool, Pei Yi used the cover of the Bo family to make a lot of money in private.

Taking advantage of “being cannon-fodder” in the original plot, Pei Yi earned enough savings and planned to leave the Bo family, but in the end, his way out was precisely blocked by Bo Yueming.

“Where are you going?”

Those eyes were no longer lifeless and gloomy, but full of unrelenting possessiveness.

“……Aren’t your eyes still blind?”

“I was pretending.”

“? ? ?”

. . .

The second young master of the Bo family had a secret that no one knew. In order to seize power and get revenge, after the car accident, he resorted to tricks and pretended to be ill in order to relax the vigilance of the enemies in his family.

For this reason, he would rather endure the words of others about this ridiculous marriage, but what he didn’t expect was that the foolish young master of the Pei family was also pretending—

When this person shouted, “I want to drink milk,” he turned around and poured the fine wine from his wine cabinet into his mouth.

When this person shouted, “Wear bear pajamas,” he would swing in front of him in his nightgown with long, bare legs showing.

When this person shouted, “Husband, protect me,” he turned his head and planned to beat the relative who had bullied him into the ground.

Bo Yueming never exposed the cute behavior of his partner, but just got along with him better and better one day after another, until a certain day—

Pei Yi said sweetly, “Goodnight, husband,” but in the next second, he swaggered out with his luggage and planned to run away.

Bo Yueming: Stop pretending, wife is trying to run away? 🙂

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Betrayed. Ridiculed. Killed.That was my past life.I trusted the wrong people, and they buried me for it. But fate wasn’t done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, it wasn’t in my old body—it was in a world overrun by the undead. And this time, I was one of them.A fucking zombie!But I’m not like the others. I think. I feel. I remember.What’s this voice in my head?[Welcome to the Silent Requiem System!]The system feeds me power, unlocking missions and skill buried within this body. I have one goal: rise in rank, take control, and make sure no one ever tramples me again.The humans I move with have no idea what I really am. To them, I’m just another survivor, clawing my way to the top. But in battle, I use my abilities in secret—manipulating the undead, eliminating threats, and turning every fight in my favor.But rumors are spreading. There’s talk of an undead hiding among them, unseen and unstoppable. If they find out the truth, they’ll hunt me down like a monster.And my past? It’s here too. The people who betrayed me in my last life are standing right beside me, unaware of who I am. But I remember them. They turned on me once—I won’t give them the chance to do it again.Then there’s him. The commander of the city, sharp-eyed and ruthless. He’s watching me too closely, asking too many questions. If he figures out the truth, I’ll have to make a choice: eliminate him, outplay him… or pull him into my trap before he can destroy me.Because in this world, power is the only thing that matters. And this time, I refuse to be at the bottom.***“How did you survive when everyone else died?”I guess death just didn’t want me.“Why do the zombies ignore you?”Maybe I just have a face they don’t like.“You were just a nobody yesterday—how are you suddenly so strong?”Hard work, luck… and a little bit of hex.“Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?”Déjà vu’s a funny thing, isn’t it?“What are you?”Wouldn’t you like to know?