Conquest: The Vile Cannon Fodder Is Falling into a Forced Love Triangle

[Quick Transmigration + Dog-Training Fiction + Coercive Possession + Love Rivals + Everyone Is Pure + No Switching Sides]

Spoiled, nasty little beauty × a wife-obsessed doormat who takes every hit and insult, retaining his memories

Mind the size and age gap. Caution for those who are particular about these. Content warnings at the end of chapters.

Ruan Qimian was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and grew up in luxury. Spoiled, nasty, domineering, and selfish, the greatest hardship he ever suffered was his family going bankrupt and him suddenly dying while waiting backstage to be auctioned off.

But bad people live long. Ruan Qimian was bound to a cannon-fodder conquest System. Instead of feeling grateful, he cleaned out the System's savings. When he learned he would have to win over the villains, he mocked the idea without mercy: What kind of people did they think they were, that he'd personally have to win them over? Why wouldn't they like him?

Ruan Qimian's sky-high self-esteem left the System speechless. Once he entered the small worlds, the System gave up resisting and supported him without question.

Who knew people would actually line up to be its baby's dogs!

The sharp-tongued support player who is the gaming world's punching bag: "I thought that rude person who curses people online was some unkempt guy. Who knew he was so cute in real life?" The strongest jungler on the server frantically taps the screen. "Support, support, get over here! Take the blue buff, it's all yours."

The vicious lackey of the Four F's: A little lackey has to do his job and warm the bed. "You think you can lecture my little lapdog?"

The spoiled wife in a rural period setting: "Have you seen my wife? If you have, you're done for."

Cultivation: "For daring to defy your superior, I beg the young immortal master to punish me."

The apocalypse: "Sorry, my zombie only eats meat. Could you die for me?"

The Republic of China era: The young madam is wicked, but so stunningly beautiful.

The fake young master is the real treasure.

I can tell a fork from a cake, thank you very much.

A pretty widower.

Raising a little ghost in the dorm.

A flawless beginner's run.

The pretty little omega of a killer.