When Cen Jing wakes up, he finds himself transmigrated into a BL tragedy novel titled *I Hope to Resemble Him More in My Next Life*, an extremely cliche story featuring a scum gong and a simp shou—with He Cidong as the scum and himself as the pathetic simp [smirk.jpg]. In the original novel, He Cidong has a white moonlight. He uses Cen Jing as a substitute, and even after their breakup, he later marries Cen Jing just to exploit him for the sake of his white moonlight. Overnight, Cen Jing goes from ex-boyfriend to husband—only for He Cidong to bring his white moonlight home on their wedding night. For three years, their relationship feels like a sugar daddy arrangement, with physical needs being the only reason He Cidong touches him. Yet Cen Jing, tortured heart and soul, keeps loving him like he’s under a voodoo spell. [Still smirking.jpg] Unfortunately for He Cidong, the transmigrated Cen Jing is a ruthless elite—gold-rimmed glasses on, heart sealed shut. Now that he’s stuck married to this scumbag, half the marital assets are his. Investing and thriving with the scum’s money, Cen Jing flourishes, becoming the enviable, untouchable man lurking in He Cidong’s shadow—much to the jealousy of his countless flings. Then one day, He Cidong corners him at home, eyes icy as he demands, “Out fooling around again?” Cen Jing smiles faintly. “Yep. Feel free to borrow the Simmons bed in our marital home—just change the sheets afterwards. I’m a clean freak, thanks.” Three hours later, He Cidong rises from the bed, stubbing his cigarette in the nightstand’s ashtray. Without turning back, he says, “The bed suits you. Change the sheets yourself.” Cen Jing’s elite persona cracks instantly. He hurls a pillow and yells, “Get out!”