The Picky Beauty Is Doted On by the Villain

Jian Qiao was the heir to Asia's richest family. He had grown up pampered and living in the lap of luxury, with only the best of everything, and had never had to put up with hardship.

Then, after transmigrating into a book, he became a spoiled, troublemaking cannon-fodder character. His only purpose was to serve as a stepping stone for the overpowered male lead, alongside his own villainous husband.

Jian Qiao: O.O That's it? Maybe take a look at who the real overpowered male lead is?

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Lu Yuan had always known that his wife in name was a cowardly crybaby and an idiot. But one day, she suddenly changed.

Jian Qiao looked around the several-thousand-square-meter mansion with disdain. "This place is way too small. I can barely turn around. Expand it immediately!"

Lu Yuan: "..."

The next day, Lu Yuan stared at the premium mountain spring water that had been airlifted into the bathroom and listened as Jian Qiao made a perfectly reasonable demand: "My skin is delicate. The bathwater can't be even a little subpar. Got it?"

Lu Yuan: "???"

Later, the dining room underwent a complete makeover, too. Onions and cilantro vanished, and a dozen chefs were scolded into silence. Every dish had to suit Jian Qiao's tastes.

Even when it came to sleep, Jian Qiao issued an uncompromising order: "No noise or light within a five-hundred-meter radius. Understand?"

The young master couldn't stand having anyone breathe nearby while he slept, so Lu Yuan was unceremoniously kicked out of the master bedroom, too.

Lu Yuan: "??? That's my room!"

What drove Lu Yuan even closer to despair was how often his mobile banking alerts went off, more frequently than his heartbeat. Luxury yachts, private jets, Australian diamonds, limited-edition sports cars, antique paintings and calligraphy... There were too many zeroes to count after each purchase.

Lu Yuan: "..."

His earnings couldn't keep up with the speed at which his spoiled wife spent money.

Watching his hard-earned money flow out like a river, Lu Yuan finally snapped. "Can you buy a little less?"

Jian Qiao furrowed his brow, looking both innocent and utterly justified. "If you can't afford something this cheap, can you even support me?"

Lu Yuan: "..."

To support this pampered little ancestor, the villain gritted his teeth and threw himself into building his career, working so hard that his rivals were left crying for their mothers.

No one expected him to actually defeat the original male lead and rise to a position beyond anyone's reach.

Lu Yuan looked at his spoiled wife, who was picking out sports cars in his arms, and quickly lowered his head to steal a kiss. "Baby has such good taste. If you like them, we'll buy them all."

"I've gotten much quieter when I breathe in my sleep. Can I request to sleep in the master bedroom tonight?"

Bonus Scene:

"A little harder... Didn't you eat dinner?" Jian Qiao frowned and nudged the man with his foot, his voice soft but fierce.

The villain dutifully increased the pressure.

"You brute!" A slap landed. "You hurt me!"

But the villainous husband enjoyed being slapped. He took Jian Qiao's hand and brought his face closer. "Baby, the other side needs one too. Slap me again?"

& A pampered, proud young master with sky-high self-esteem x a possessive, sinister big shot who ultimately gets down on his knees and can't help loving it

& A silly, sweet marriage-first romance

Please add the next novel, Deluded Devotion, to your reading list!

Blurb:

Tan Wang was a wealthy young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Precious and pampered, he was the center of everyone's attention. Arrogant and uninhibited, he looked down on everyone. The only exception was his childhood friend Song Mingheng, who had grown up alongside him.

Tan Wang had been clinging to the two-years-older boy since childhood. He worked hard to get into Song Mingheng's university, hoping to be closer to him, only to discover that his childhood friend's eyes were always on his poor roommate.

That poor student, Shen Yifeng, was cold and solitary, like a lonely ghost living under the sun. Yet with nothing but his handsome face, he had stolen all of Song Mingheng's tenderness.

Tan Wang watched coldly as his childhood friend poured his heart out for Shen Yifeng, and watched all the love and tenderness he had longed for go to someone else. Every ounce of the young master's resentment and frustration erupted.

In a narrow alley, he looked down at the man kneeling on the ground, grinding his shoe into the man's jaw. "What do you think you are? You think you're worthy of going after him?"

Shen Yifeng looked up at him, his dark eyes as deep as a frozen pool. Blood stained his lips, but he remained composed and unafraid.

The fire in Tan Wang's heart exploded, and he kicked him hard.

No one could have imagined that he would later fall for Shen Yifeng in that shabby little rental room, spending night after night tangled up with the person he hated most.

On countless nights, Shen Yifeng pinned him in a corner, biting his lips until they were swollen and crimson. He cried until his throat was hoarse and he could no longer make a sound.

The man who had once knelt before him in such a wretched state now held him by the waist with the authority of someone in power, his voice icy with jealousy. "Did your Mingheng-gege kiss you like this, too?"

Mission: Love yourself before loving someone else.