MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business - Chapter 156

In the novels, all kinds supporting male leads are not only handsome but also talented. However, the existence of the female lead’s halo makes them lose their lives and properties!

In order to change this situation, male supporting role rescue plan officially starts.Gu Jinmi was inadvertently selected by the system. However, for her own happy future, she will work hard.

(There’s another novel with the same name but different author. The story is different too.)

- Description from Novelupdates

[Sweet doting + double cleanliness + love after marriage + no terrible in-laws] [Warm farming + cute baby + alternate world + space]

Delicate, soft, easily blushing little food blogger Luoge accidentally found herself transmigrated to ancient times. As a poor commoner in this unfamiliar era, every step was difficult.

In order to survive properly in this time period, she found herself a cheap husband.

Her original intention was just to stay alive, but she never expected to reap an unexpected joy.

Who wouldn’t want such an attentive and doting loyal dog of a husband! He’s really hard to resist!

Gu Jinchen’s daily worries: His wife is delicate and adorable, excellent at managing the household and kitchen, and very capable at earning money. What should he do?

She regards him as an elder, respects him and esteems him; he cherishes her to the core, loves her deeply, and spoils and protects her—Shi Nuan married Song Yansheng, the business legend of T City, and this man was once her fiancé's Second Uncle!One day, Shi Nuan invited friends to her home.Friend: “Nuannuan, Mr. Song takes such good care of you, I'm so envious!”Shi Nuan blushed: “It's all for show, in private he's... quite indifferent to me!”That night, Song Yansheng embraced his little wife, his voice magnetic: “I heard you feel I'm indifferent to you?”Shi Nuan: “...”[Heartwarming true love, deep affections not too late, an uncle-loving story with an eight-year age gap, guaranteed quality. Recommended past works: 'World's Deepest Love', 'First Warm Marriage of the Noble Family', 'First Marriage of the Rich', new book 'Mr. Gu, You're Missing Me!']

“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.