Leisurely Days with the Immortal Sweeping Fallen Flowers

After a sudden upheaval, Young Master Han—Han Qingsu—was left with nothing but his ID card. His fair-weather friends and flings all gave him a wide berth. With nowhere left to turn, he was picked up and brought home by an old flame he could barely remember the name of.Back when Lin Muhan had been his lover, Han Qingsu had found him dull and taciturn—only that face, cold and strikingly beautiful, with dark eyes glistening with tears, had left a deep impression. It wasn’t until he found himself pinned beneath the other man that he realized just how captivating those gloomy, icy eyes could be when they blazed with fire.Later, lying prone on the bed, ash from his cigarette falling onto the floor, Han Qingsu racked his brains but couldn’t figure out how he’d ended up bottom to this brat.“You used to be so well-behaved, how the hell did you become… like this?” Han Qingsu frowned.“I was always like this.” Lin Muhan took the cigarette from his hand, bit down on it between his teeth, and flashed him a cold, sinister smile. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time.”Han Qingsu couldn’t take it anymore and kicked him square in the waist.On the third day of living under someone else’s roof, Young Master Han ended up in the hospital—because he’d gotten into a brawl with his old flame.The big bad wolf thought he’d been taken in by a little white rabbit, never realizing that beneath the rabbit’s skin lay a viper who would stop at nothing.

Wang Dian found himself transported to another world—dressed in a suit and gripping a bottle of red wine. To his left stood a group of fierce, sword-wielding generals, and to his right, robed officials with billowing sleeves, cold and unyielding. They all knelt in unison, addressing him as "Your Majesty." Clutching the wine bottle, Wang Dian muttered, "Rise." Starting off as an emperor wasn’t so bad—until he entered the palace bedchamber and saw a man who looked exactly like him. "Who knew such a marvel existed in this world?" The man raised an eyebrow and smirked. *"I aimed to seize the moon from the heavens, yet ended up drunkenly sprawled atop the clouds—because of you."* **A decisive, hardworking tycoon × A lazy, mercurial tyrant-emperor** *A royal love story between the modern and ancient versions of domineering CEOs.* *The ‘me’ from a past life meets the ‘you’ of this life.* **Warning: They look identical.** ----

Jiang Xiao had someone he secretly loved for ten years. Summoning his courage to confess, he was interrupted by a sudden car accident. He barely had time to shield the person beneath him—his unspoken love forever buried in the noise of death. Fu Qingzhou spent ten years in a wheelchair, a lifeless workaholic. Until a car crash, where his silent driver desperately pulled him into an embrace, planting a kiss amidst the blood. Under his stunned gaze, the man stopped breathing. Neglected details resurfaced one by one—after Jiang Xiao’s death, Fu Qingzhou fell in love with him. A doomed, unrequited longing, separated by life and death; he could never voice his love. —— Jiang Xiao opened his eyes—he was handing his dropout form to his homeroom teacher. Under the teacher’s disappointed gaze, Jiang Xiao snatched the form back and tore it to shreds. Reborn twenty years in the past, he was determined to confess to Fu Qingzhou. He’d heard that in high school, Fu Qingzhou was outstanding in both character and academics, a bright, cheerful sun. When Jiang Xiao found him, the "sun" was scowling darkly with a cigarette dangling from his lips, shoving his zero-score test paper into the mouth of someone beneath his feet. This sun… seemed a little off? —— In the decade after Jiang Xiao’s death, Fu Qingzhou went from grief to longing, until Jiang Xiao became an obsession he couldn't possess. Returning to high school, Fu Qingzhou went to confess to Jiang Xiao. He’d heard that Jiang Xiao’s high school life was tough, a solitary and silent little mushroom. When Fu Qingzhou found him, the "mushroom" was cheerfully counting money, rallying his rowdy friends for a night of indulgence. This mushroom… seemed a little off? —— Time rewound, and in their youth, their one-sided love became mutual. Dual Rebirth / Radiant vs. Brooding Jiang Xiao × Fu Qingzhou

The devil Ning Buwei was arrogant and ruthless, his Zhuque Blade stained with blood across seventeen provinces, striking fear into the hearts of all cultivators. When the Chongzheng Alliance's one hundred and twenty sects joined forces to besiege him, Ning Buwei was defeated and vanished into the Endless River. He awoke by the riverbank—his blade shattered, his cultivation lost—only to find a wailing infant nestled in his arms. Born without a shred of empathy, Ning Buwei prepared to abandon the child, only to discover the baby shared his bloodline: his own flesh and blood. The devil’s face cracked. After narrowly escaping death, the once-unrivaled devil busied himself with restoring his power, repairing his blade, and… desperately raising a son. The child was born with a golden core, yet cried, soiled himself, and—when angry—could kick his powerless father ten paces away with a single tiny foot. The legendary devil endured grueling days of feeding gruel and changing diapers until glimpsing the child’s mother in his son’s consciousness—an ethereal beauty. Certain she’d be better suited for childcare, Ning Buwei disguised himself and set off for her sect, delivering his bed-wetting son straight to her doorstep. Chu Jun, the revered elder of the foremost cultivation sect Wushizong, emerged from five centuries of seclusion only to find someone blocking his cave entrance. Holding his son, Ning Buwei stared at the cold, exquisite beauty before him—a man with no trace of cultivation—and felt his face crack again. The mother… was a man. And clearly clueless about diapers. (*critical point*) Chu Jun studied the pitiful low-level disciple before him, but before he could speak, a chubby baby was shoved into his arms. *"Your son."* Chu Jun uttered his first words in five centuries. *"No, YOUR son."* Ning Buwei insisted firmly. Later— Ning Buwei: *"The kid’s other dad is useless except for his face."* Chu Jun: *"The kid’s other dad is useless except for his appetite."* **【Bonus Scene】** As an adult genius cultivator, Ning Xiu reminisced about his infamous fathers: *"In my childhood, my family lived in bitter poverty. A single nourishing pill had to be split three ways."* *"My dads hand-washed diapers in freezing winters."* *"They brawled for three days straight over whose name I said first."* *"...Which left me starving for three days."* *"Thanks, both are real dads."*