Mrs. and Mr. Smith - Chapter 1161 - Ethan Smith Escapes

In her previous life, Fang Qing’s parents passed away one after another, and she herself died tragically in a dark mental hospital.

When he opened his eyes again, he accidentally returned to the time when he was seven years old.

This time Fang Qing was cautious and vowed to change the fate of himself and his family. She studied hard to get ahead, and by the way, she won over the handsome boy next to her who was always blushing.

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He is the second master of the Mo family, as rich as a nation, treacherous, cold-blooded, cruel, and ruthless.She is a poor girl kicked out by her vampire parents.By a twist of fate, he hides his identity to have a flash marriage with her.She is an excellent wife.Yet, in his eyes, she is a money-grubbing woman that he despises, being sarcastic and ironic towards her.Tang Zhiluo couldn't take it anymore, “Divorce! We must divorce!”The man sneered, “Don't regret it!”During the cooling-off period for divorce, one handsome and wealthy man appeared around her after another.Suddenly, the second master Mo, like a madman, pinned her against the wall and kissed her, “This marriage cannot end! Definitely cannot end!”Their married life turned increasingly sweet.Later, after the birth of a baby, the high and mighty second master Mo transformed into an ultra-dedicated dad, either coaxing the baby and wife or on his way to coax them.Tang Zhiluo, in accordance with the agreement, gave birth and left.Second master Mo, eyes reddened, begged her, “Luoluo, I was wrong, please don't leave!”Later on, Master Mo exhausted every means, humble as dirt, just to make her look back again.

Yun Qinghuan finally managed to become a movie queen, but when she opened her eyes, she transformed into the eldest sister-in-law of a big boss in the era who died young.

In this period novel, Yun Qinghuan remarried and died tragically, leaving behind only a three-year-old son who became the main villain in the book. He finally committed suicide by forcing himself to die.

The villain’s main supporter who dares to act so boldly is Yun Qinghuan’s taciturn Bai Naihan, who he has never met twice.

After traveling through time and facing forced marriage from her mother-in-law and matchmaking from her mother-in-law, Yun Qinghuan looked at the taciturn man and said, “Let’s just fake the marriage!”

Otherwise, he would be bored to death by trying to plot her marriage every day!

The man paused, looked over with a faint look, and said nothing.

Yun Qinghuan thought that the man would not agree to her ridiculous suggestion, but she did not expect that the man would drag her to get a marriage certificate the next day.

People in the village say that Mrs. Liu knows how to scheme!

Everyone is waiting to see the joke, thinking that the broomstick Xingyun Qinghuan and the disabled Bai Naihan will have to separate sooner or later!

Even Yun Qinghuan himself felt that this marriage would break up sooner or later, and secretly planned to take advantage of the opportunity to escape from this house, so that he could stay far away from the villain and the boss behind him, and he didn’t even know when he would become cannon fodder.

But who knew that this marriage, which was disliked by everyone, would become stronger and stronger.

Yun Qinghuan, the bad guy, has become a great director!

Bai Naihan also became the big boss and doted on Yun Qinghuan to the heavens!

People in the village waiting to see the joke: “…”

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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.