MTL - Don’t Covet the Beautiful System!! - Chapter 2

Ever since Yang Fan returned to the village, the young women had been practically breaking down his door...

*Super possessive desire to live the king of Hades & Goddess who coughs up blood if there is a disagreement
*Non-ancient, overhead female statue
Yan Yu, a medical student, transmigrated into the stallion novel to save the heroine before she was tricked by the scumbag and help her become a queen.
As a result, at the beginning of the game, she was dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting role who assassinated the heroine but was crushed, or the kind who was terminally ill and half stepped into the coffin.
Yin Beiqing, who was dressed in red, lay reclined on the couch, glanced at Yan Yu with her beautiful eyes, and said casually, “Kill him and feed the wolf.”
She thought that the sick woman would cry and beg for mercy, but Yan Yu straightened her back, and her clear eyes looked straight up, “Kill me, you will definitely regret it.”
Legend has it that there is a goddess who is omnipotent. Yin Beiqing is plagued by strange diseases and has been searching for it for a long time. Of course Yan Yu knows, so she relied on her own understanding of the plot and began to play tricks.
Yes, I am the goddess in the legend. I know where the heart sutra you have always wanted; I have a very good relationship with the miracle doctor who is said to be able to cure your old diseases; I am familiar with the ancient treasures and holy weapons.
Most importantly, you are a man!
Later, together with the heroine, she cut off the male protagonist’s golden finger, blocking the male protagonist’s path to apprenticeship and promotion, and then pointed at him and said, “It’s him, your death.”
The original text said that the heroine fell in love with the hero at first sight, and Yan Yu was worried that Yin Beiqing would not let her go.
Who knew that the so-called “handsome and romantic hero with sword eyebrows and starry eyes” turned out to be a puqixin with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, who was less than 1.7 meters tall.
Yin Beiqing didn’t even bat an eye, “I’ll kill him now.”
The more this goddess pretends to be Yan Yu, the more guilty she feels, because Yin Beiqing not only does not doubt her, but also treats her too well, giving her the mark of Langdie Valley, forming a blood contract with her for a lifetime, and even protecting her with his life every time .
Yan Yu: I’m sorry, I’m actually not a goddess.
Yin Beiqing: No, you are.
Later, after passing the Yuling Entrance Examination, Yan Yu was attacked by an evil spirit and fell into a coma, but soon revived with full blood in front of everyone, and transformed into a pair of dazzling golden pupils.
Yan Yu: I… am really a goddess?
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- Description from novelbuddy

Chen Meimei was 180 cms tall with rolls of fat all over her body. When she walked, she would jiggle left and right, like a big pumpkin.

Fu Bainian was a handsome man with a tall, slender build, and wherever he went all eyes would follow him. He walked in the spotlight and lived like a movie star.

When their parents proposed marriage, Fu Bainian sneered and thought to himself, ‘she’s a toad wishing to eat swan meat’. He firmly rejected any thoughts of marriage.

But then…

“Hey look, President Fu’s following Chen Meimei again!”

“Isn’t President Fu slapping his face at this point?”

Great President Fu had a bitter expression on his face. He had no choice! Who decided to let the person that he’d secretly loved for so many years be reborn into the body of such a fatty?!

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.