The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss - Chapter 41 - Being Photographed

Noir, third son of a “beggar noble,” lost his job and was at a loss, but fortune struck just as he was contemplating becoming an adventurer.

【Loving you is the sweetest thing in my heart】

Everyone in the First Affiliated Hospital knows that Xu Mai of the Cardiac Surgery Department is a high-altitude flower with first-class medical skills, first-class talent and appearance, and a icy aura… also first-class, which has frostbitten the hearts of a large number of suitors.

The new intern, Min Yue, became more and more courageous with the cold, persistently chasing after Xu Mai and wagging his tail: “Master, Master, I can warm the bed. The operating room is so cold, will you marry me?”

【Min Yue’s Love Story Theater】

Min Yue: “Master, as soon as I saw you, the dopamine level in my brain rose rapidly.”

Xu Mai was looking at the case and ignored her.

Min Yue pointed to her heart: “Master, the place between my second and fifth ribs is where you live.”

Xu Mai flipped through the medical records, but still ignored her.
Min Yue suddenly hugged her sweetheart from behind: “Master, I like you.”
Xu Mai stared at the case, his ears turned red quietly.
CP: Deputy Chief Physician of Bingshan Beauty x Energetic and Sweet-mouthed Trainee Physician

- Description from novelbuddy

Dressed as [fantasy world] [patriarch], portray the fantasy world as realistic as possible from the perspective of the family, grow spiritual fields, raise spiritual fish, develop various family industries in an all-round way, support salted fish elders to become ancestors to serve as umbrellas, and inspire juniors to bravely venture The Holy Land Academy has come to the fore.

It is not a fantasy of passionate combat, but is based on the promotion of various family industries, capital, facilities, domestic servants, family generals, clansmen, guest officials, in-laws and other elements. Trying to see the “old-fashioned” fantasy world from a fresh perspective.

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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.