No Begging, No Chasing

Jiang Jubai's childhood friend was beaten up by a person named Xu Luan, a rich second-generation heir. To seek justice for his friend, Jiang Jubai went to Xu Luan's house—only to discover that the other had already died before they arrived! In a panic, he fled but stumbled into an eerie mourning hall: an eternal lamp, blood-stained copper coins, and a blurry funeral portrait... After struggling to escape the hall and returning home, Jiang Jubai fell seriously ill. When he woke, a strikingly familiar, handsome boy sat by his bed. Confused, Jiang Jubai asked, "Who are you?" The boy smiled faintly. "Xu Luan." The young man suddenly remembered—the dead rich second-generation heir was named Xu Luan. — Once a model student, now a ghost, his thoughts aren't on reincarnation—but on how to lure Jiang Jubai into bed. "You're insane," Jiang Jubai said. "A little," Xu Luan admitted. Jiang Jubai killed him, fled his hometown in panic, and built a respectable career—only to encounter a being identical to him thousands of miles away. Pinning Jiang Jubai down, the entity peeled off its human skin, face unreadable. "Found you, sweetheart." Shou: Hard to escape, bad temper (though the narrator thinks he's a sweetheart) Gong: Relentless, truly deranged ghost

Upon graduating from Shangnan University, he was pulled into a system called "Save the Monsters." In every world, such monsters exist: hidden among humans, they could be students, actors—each with striking beauty, each carrying a tragic and desolate life or childhood. Thus, they despise humanity and are always on the verge of rampage, causing chaos and destruction in their worlds. Shangnan's task is to make these monsters experience human love and beauty. In the first world, Shangnan's beautiful mother is frantically stabbing needles into a paper effigy. "Get hit by a car the moment you step outside!" "You're as damnable as your mother!" "You stole what was mine—damn you!" With every curse, she drives another needle into the effigy. Yet the paper effigy in her hands continues to smile, its expression gentle and serene. The system alerts Shangnan that the mission target is outside the door. He heads downstairs and opens it— A frail, slender boy stands there, smiling at him. Shangnan freezes. Because the boy looks exactly like the paper effigy in his mother's hands. —- Shangnan's redemption mission hits a snag: the monsters don’t seem to need much saving. Instead, they start sending him courtship signals: 1. The paper effigy cuts out a string of little hearts from its own body and gifts them to Shangnan. 2. The nightmare weaves romantic dreams for him while he sleeps. 3. The octopus wraps its tentacles around Shangnan’s ankle. Shangnan: "?" System: Oh, it’s courting you. "... "

Xi Shui's major is ballet, with weight loss as his side hustle. No one understands the secrets of shedding pounds better than dance majors: eat less + move more. But while Xi Shui moves plenty, he also eats a lot. When his teacher pinched the fat on his belly, Xi Shui was mortified. — Xi Shui found an online "remedy" that claimed falling in love burns calories—and the deeper the love, the more calories burned. Perfect! He could romance *and* slim down. Xi Shui set his sights on Zhou Zeqi, the star athlete at their school’s sports college. Summoning his courage, he marched up to his crush, backpack in tow, and blurted: *"I want to date you..."* Too shy to even lift his head. — Zhou Zeqi watched the trembling boy blush from head to toe before lazily accepting the confession. His new beau was weirdly eager—clambering for hand-holds, hugs... Zhou Zeqi thought the kid must be *obsessed* with him. Until one day, he glimpsed a list in the other’s phone notes: *5.23 Kissed 10 sec, 0 cal burned 5.24 Kissed 5 min, 30 cal 5.26 Kissed 10 min, 60 cal* ... *Xi Shui’s dilemma: Help! Zhou Zeqi wants to book a hotel room TT* Zhou Zeqi nearly laughed himself sick. Goddammit.

Mermaids and humans coexist under the same social system. Si Yue is not a mermaid; he’s just an idle young master from a wealthy family. Mermaids possess extraordinary intelligence and are inherently suspicious, always keeping their distance from humans. So, Si Yue never imagined he’d have any connection with them—until his father informs him that the family needs him to enter an arranged marriage… with a mermaid. The groom’s personal assets amount to hundreds of billions. He’s exactly Si Yue’s type. And his personality isn’t bad—a pretty good catch. So Si Yue crams on mermaid knowledge: 1. The lighter a mermaid’s tail color, the rarer they are. 2. When a mermaid meets someone they like, scales appear behind their ears. 3. Humans can transform into mermaids. 4. Mermaids’ breeding season usually occurs between spring and summer. 5....... Just as Si Yue is about to read further, the book in his hands is snatched away by a man who appears behind him. The man’s voice is calm but chilling: “My breeding season isn’t spring or summer. Like humans, it’s… anytime.” Si Yue: “!” --- Mermaids cursed by ancient magic occasionally lose their sanity, reverting to bestial instincts. One night, Si Yue sees torn, unidentifiable marine creatures scattered across the dining table. Seated at the table is Bai Jian, whose claws and tail pin Si Yue in place. The ageless mermaid’s voice is eerily ethereal: “My lover should join me in savoring this feast.” Si Yue: “H-Help…”

Zhou Shien was Fu Simian’s most loyal follower, from high school through college graduation—always by his side. Everyone knew the fair, tender, well-behaved boy trailing behind Fu the Second was his. But Zhou Shien wasn’t really well-behaved. He only feared Fu Simian wouldn’t like him otherwise, so he quit every habit he had and learned everything he was supposed to. It takes countless straws to break a camel’s back. When Fu Simian’s childhood friend took a liking to the ring on Zhou Shien’s finger and Zhou refused to hand it over, Fu Simian gently stroked his hair, his voice tender. "Be good. It’s just a ring. I’ll buy you another." Zhou Shien took off the ring, turned, and walked away. After Zhou Shien disappeared, Fu Simian carried on with business as usual, composed as ever. People praised Fu the Second for embodying the same poise as the old Fu patriarch. When he next saw Zhou Shien, the boy had a tattoo on his wrist, smoked with practiced ease, and was the center of attention in a bar, surrounded by admirers. A brother beside Fu Simian whispered later, "That’s the Zhou family’s third son—notorious for being wild and reckless, daring to play with anything." Wild and reckless? Fu Simian still remembered Zhou Shien standing before him years ago in a white shirt and black slacks, obedient and sweet, saying, "Senior, my name is Zhou Shien. I like you." No one had ever been as well-behaved as Zhou Shien. But now, Zhou Shien was the Zhou family’s third son. — Dragged into a car, Zhou Shien was handed a cup of milk tea by Fu Simian. Without even glancing at it, he slapped it away. "I don’t like sweet things." Fu Simian didn’t get angry. "Alright, we won’t drink it." When Fu Simian leaned in to kiss him, Zhou Shien let him, then smirked. "Fu Simian, I’ve kissed so many people—minor celebrities, internet stars. Aren’t you disgusted?" Fu Simian slowly pulled back, stroking Zhou Shien’s hair just like before, gentle yet detached. "No." "But what a shame. I’d rather kiss some D-list nobody than you. I like them—but not you, Mr. Fu." — In Jiangcheng, where the Fu family wielded immense influence, a major incident erupted: Fu the Second, already the heir, suddenly went mad, obsessed with starting a company in Beicheng. Without hesitation, he took his team there, sending ripples through Beicheng’s business world. This time, Fu Simian was venturing into an industry he’d never once considered—entertainment. Fu Simian texted Zhou Shien, "Whatever type you like, you can come pick them yourself." Pathetic to the core. —— 1. Scum-to-simp chasing, lightly dogblooded. 3. First love for both, unequal relationship dynamic, no sugar daddy trope. ++ No replacement top, 1v1, HE. ++ The scum-to-simp arc is intense. ++ The author has no biases—please don’t slap labels. This is my first scum-to-simp story; if the emotions or plot feel unstable, it’s due to my skill limits, not intentional bias. If anything, I’m biased toward money. No fighting, please! ++ Everyone has their own taste—different reactions are natural. No personal attacks, thanks! 4. Damnable Top × mischievous young master Bottom.