Marriage Variety with My Ex-Star

Feng Qingyun waited for his senior brother for a lifetime, his passionate devotion slowly withering into ashes of despair.While his senior brother won worldwide acclaim and a soulmate, Feng became nothing but a dull, tedious stain in the eyes of the world—a forgotten speck.Then, the sky shattered, plunging the universe into chaos.Exhausting the last of his spiritual power to evacuate his disciples, Feng found himself trapped in a cave, awaiting death alongside his archnemesis, the Demon Lord—who had come only to mock his plight.Even in shared captivity, the Demon Lord’s taunts never ceased:“Palace Lord Feng, that man of yours is probably whispering vows of reunion in the next life with his pretty little friend right now, while you’re stuck here waiting to die with a devil like me.”“How does it feel, Palace Lord Feng? The exalted master of an immortal palace, about to hang himself on a crooked tree?”Gentle to all but the world’s most defiant Demon Lord, Feng gritted his teeth in silence, his face frosty.But as the cataclysm surged to swallow them, the Demon Lord’s tone shifted, suddenly light and casual:“Had I known you’d cling so stubbornly to that fool… I wouldn’t have hesitated when I came to steal you away at your wedding.”“—?!”Stunned, Feng had no time to question him. In the final moment, all he saw was the Demon Lord’s back, shielding him from the collapse.When Feng opened his eyes again, he had returned to three hundred years earlier—the night before his grand wedding ceremony with his senior brother.Amid divine music and the gaze of the multitude, the gentle, obedient junior brother of the Cold Sun Sword Sovereign suddenly tore his wedding robes to shreds without a word.Treading over the blood-red fragments, he walked through the stunned crowd toward a seemingly ordinary man.“You do not appear to be an invited guest,” Feng said calmly. “Might I ask your purpose here?”After a brief silence, the man shed his disguise. The face revealed—handsome and wicked—shocked the world. “The Demon Lord?!” “Why is the Demon Lord here?!”As the enraged Cold Sun Sword Sovereign reached for his sword, the Demon Lord paid no heed to the so-called number one master of the righteous path. Instead, his playful eyes fixed on Feng Qingyun.“I’m here to crash a wedding,” he declared.The immortal assembly erupted in uproar.Yet Feng showed no surprise. He only raised a brow, looking down at the other. “Whose?”A smirk curled the Demon Lord’s lips. “Yours.”The Sword Sovereign raged, but in the next heartbeat, he heard the younger brother who had never once stepped out of line, who had always been temperate and poised, lower his gaze and say:“Good. I’ll go with you.”— From the Perspective of the Scum Cannon Fodder Love Interest —Mu Hanyang fell in love at seventeen with a woman in a dream, only to wake and find her an illusion.He vowed to remain chaste for her, yet found himself torn by his junior brother’s affection.Though not inclined toward men, he agreed to marry his junior brother out of guilt.It wasn’t until the Demon Lord stormed the wedding and stole Feng Qingyun away that Mu Hanyang saw clearly who truly held his heart.Consumed by regret, he left his palace, swearing to reclaim his junior brother. In a minor demon realm, he finally glimpsed the figure who haunted his dreams—but “she” was accompanied by another man: Demon Lord Long Yin.His mind reeling, Mu Hanyang overheard a conversation that shattered him further:“Palace Lord Feng, was your husband’s service satisfactory just now?” came the Demon Lord’s teasing voice. “How did I compare to your handsome but useless senior brother?”The “woman” he remembered as gentle and soft actually flushed, then snapped, “Shameless demon… Be quiet!”“Very well, no anger, my wife,” the Demon Lord chuckled softly. “Call me ‘husband,’ and I’ll obey.”The “woman” glared coldly, yet there was a light in his eyes Mu Hanyang had never seen directed at himself. The Demon Lord pressed on: “If Palace Lord Feng refuses, then I’ll just have to—”Mu Hanyang stood frozen. The next moment, from that direction, came a soft, reluctant whisper:“…Husband.”

Early in the morning, Qi Zhusheng had just learned that his Film Emperor boyfriend cheated on him, and before he even had time to get angry, he was hit with a five million deposit at noon by a handsome mixed-race guy demanding to marry him.Qi Zhusheng: “…Little friend, are you sick?”“That cheap dad of mine is not far from death.” The handsome young man chuckled lightly. “Mister, sign this agreement, and after it’s done, we’ll split that old man’s family fortune equally—how about it?”Film Emperor Zhao Qian actually went on the same dating variety show with his boring ex-boyfriend Qi Zhusheng. The whole internet heard and planned to watch this guy’s joke, but they were soon dumbfounded—“??? This aloof great beauty is Qi Zhusheng? The Film Emperor’s ex-boyfriend? Holy sh*t?”“Startled awake in a dying illness! The cao thief is actually myself!”“To be able to break up with such a good-looking wife, is Zhao Qian blind??”As the dating variety show aired, Qi Zhusheng actually didn’t choose his ex-boyfriend, but instead chose the mixed-race CEO Xia Chen, who was seven years younger than him. What was even more unexpected was that Xia Chen, who was always cold to others, was like he had taken the wrong medicine. Throughout the entire dating show, he never tore his gaze away from Qi Zhusheng.The whole internet got fired up—“Ahhhhh younger little wolf dog, charge for me!!”“Holy sh*t! This look in his eyes, this isn’t a little wolf dog—this is a real wolf cub!”“CEO Xia in front of outsiders: (Coldly) Mm, understood. No need to say more, I’m not interested.In front of Mr. Qi: Gege, are you hungry? Gege, are you thirsty? Gege, your ex-boyfriend really has no eye for things, to actually not know how to cherish such a good person like you.”“This green tea, double-standard feeling—it hits the spot!”Behind the scenes where no one was looking, when the deeply regretful Zhao Qian knocked on Qi Zhusheng’s door while holding onto a final thread of hope, the person who walked out from inside was someone he never expected—“So it’s you.” Xia Chen completely changed from his sunny and cheerful appearance during the day. His expression was cold and dark, and his eyes even carried a trace of condescending mockery. He carelessly spun the ring on his hand. “My Mister has already gone to rest and doesn’t wish to see you. Please get lost.”

Mo Junyi, captain of the city's major crime division, is a figure feared throughout Huayang Police Department—criminals tremble at his sight, colleagues avoid his path, earning him the nickname "Living Hell King." Yet the "Hell King" harbors a secret woe: he stumbled upon a novel where he’s merely one of the protagonist’s many suitors. The story abruptly ends when the lead’s beloved white moonlight returns. Silently closing the book, Mo Junyi looks up as his blind date arrives late, sitting wordlessly across from him. Their eyes meet through sunglasses—and there lies the novel’s most hailed character: Su Xingtong. The author’s crowned pinnacle of beauty, the protagonist’s sole white moonlight, the unattainable high-altitude flower. But Mo Junyi soon realizes the book might’ve taken liberties… "Five million. One year of marriage." The icy beauty’s every glance screams *don’t push your luck*. A year later, at the peak of his career, Su Xingtong dominates headlines—alongside scandalous hashtags: - **#Huayang’s Top Cop-Wife Su Xingtong#** - **#Secretly Married for a Year, Shunning Fame#** - **#The Detective Captain’s Confession#** Fans: ??? Haters: ??? Netizens: ???