Be a Man, Not a Parasite

Although it’s said that handsome guys don’t have bad luck, Jiang Xu always felt he was incredibly unlucky. Being poor was one thing, but he was also blind.Back in high school, some dumbass pursued him for a full two years, managing to turn the straight Jiang Xu gay.The dumbass was great in all aspects—handsome, excellent grades, wouldn’t fight back when hit, wouldn’t talk back when scolded—but Jiang Xu dated him for two months before directly saying goodbye.Gu Qingzhou: Why?Jiang Xu: Because you’re poor.However, life is full of clichés.What are clichés? A cliché is when, after breaking up, you meet again on the street. He’s driving a BMW i8, and you’re pedaling a two-wheeled bicycle.Jiang Xu: Ouch, my kneecap! Ouch, my shin bone! Ouch, you’re not leaving today unless you give me a hundred and eighty thousand!The car window slowly lowered, revealing his ex’s familiar face. The other party took off his sunglasses, looked the death-feigning Jiang Xu up and down on the road, and chuckled.Gu Qingzhou’s mouth was as snarky and venomous as ever: “Jiang Xu, without me, how did you end up in such a miserable state?”Jiang Xu: …Great. Back then, he had successfully missed out on a low-key second-generation rich kid.(Scoundrel gong x venomous tsundere shou)One-sentence summary: Running into an ex isn’t scary; whoever’s poorer is the one who’s embarrassed.

As a top-tier agent across dimensions, Chen Yuzhi has always been an enigma. While the world swoons over pretty idols, he’s weirdly drawn to that heavily-surgeried “internet-famous” face. When elegant, clean-cut men are in vogue, he falls for the neighborhood punk. Others adore the Emperor; he marries the court eunuch. They want a sweetheart; he prefers a dramatic, trouble-making diva. In short, his taste has never aligned with the world's. He likes what’s different—that’s what excites him.

["You are a failed canary—lowly, foolish, and spiteful. In your past life, you lived in poverty, owning nothing. Despite exhausting all schemes, you never won your patron’s favor. Their love always belonged to someone else."] "...And then?" ["I’ll give you a chance to be reborn."] [Approach him.] [Make him love you.] "And then?"[Dump him.] ["I’m not a god—I’m a demon. I thrive on devouring the pain and despair of those abandoned by their beloved. It brings me joy."] ["Whatever you desire, I can fulfill it. Everything you failed to obtain in your past life—wealth, fame, status…"] "But I want his love." This is a tale of a wicked little system and its endless battle of wits with countless hosts. ———————— Let me play a love game with you—let’s see who falls first this time. The filth-covered is me, and the untainted is also me. I’ll wear a gorgeous mask, hiding my schemes, Supporting you gently when you stumble, embracing you tenderly in your disgrace. I want you as my captive, helplessly drawn like a moth to flame. I want you to love me—with no way back. I’m not a rose. I’m a rabid, rotten mutt—yet I still demand your true heart. In this gamble of love, one of us must stake everything. Last life, it was me. This time, It’s **you**.