The Entire Sect Knows You Two Are Secretly Married

As the Devil King's servant, Zhu Mingxi's sole wish is to earn enough gold coins to redeem his contract and forever escape the cruel, tyrannical ruler who seeks to destroy the world. Until one day. He steps into a mirror. Inside the mirror, he glimpses the hidden, twisted sides of everyone around him. An innocent girl reveals towering jealousy. A gentle man exposes a murderous cruelty. And the Devil King, already vicious and unhinged—what monstrous face would he reveal? Zhu Mingxi shudders. Yet the next moment, the ruthless Devil King tackles him to the ground, trembling as he kisses his cheeks. "Don't abandon me... Please, I beg you." Zhu Mingxi: So this is the legendary *"aloof on the outside, wagging his tail wildly in secret"*? And so— Zhu Mingxi starts courting (disaster). Devil King: "Go extract the finger bones of those three dwarves and grind them into fertilizer." Zhu Mingxi: "No, that's too gory." Devil King: "Go cut off the princess's hair for potion ingredients." Zhu Mingxi: "No, that's too cruel." Devil King: "Fetch me a blade. I’m going to kill one disobedient servant—" Zhu Mingxi: "NO—!" The next second, the Devil King personally drags a blade against Zhu Mingxi's throat. Zhu Mingxi: *"...!"* Zhu Mingxi (internally): *AAAAH! Weren’t you supposed to love me desperately?! Someone save me! WHAT THE HELL DID I SEE IN THAT MIRROR?!* *** The Devil King has been deprived of his lover for centuries. Until one day— His youthful beloved, wielding a time-warping mirror, steps back into his world. Just like the day they first met. Now there's just one problem: His lover seems about to be executed by his past self. What to do? What to do? Just imprison his past self and take his place. The future Devil King smiles with delight. [Bonus Scene] The Devil King harbors an unspeakable grievance. In his memory, their first night together, his lover once murmured in confusion: *"You’re not as good as last time..."* **Devil King:** *"..."* His face stiffens. His heart stops. He is convinced some wicked sorcerer must have impersonated him and seduced his naïve beloved. Gnashing his teeth, the Devil King forces a smile and quietly accepts the cuckold’s hat: *"Shh. Don’t speak."* Years later— He travels back in time, slipping into his oblivious lover’s bed. *"Shh. Don’t speak."* Let’s not wake his younger self next door.

Song Lan was Jiang An’s white moonlight.Three years ago, at the moment Song Lan raised his head at the podium, Jiang An’s heart skipped a beat.At that time, he was just an unruly teenager, wearing a jersey, reeking of sweat, carrying a basketball as he walked past the lobby entrance.One casual glance was enough to root his feet to the spot. He stood there and listened to the entire speech.From then on, the boy turned over a new leaf, determined to get into A University and become that person’s schoolmate.Before he could even get into A University, something happened to his family.Jiang An had to enter into a business marriage, and the match was a man nine years older than him.On the night before the wedding, Jiang An cried his eyes out and got hopelessly drunk.He shouted at the top of his lungs that from then on, his life was dead, his love was gone, and he was about to enter an endless tomb.Dead drunk, he was unwilling to accept it.

Everyone knew that Luo Mingshan was terrified of Zhao Xing.His voice always trembled when he spoke.The slightest accidental touch would leave him pale as a ghost.In his eyes, Zhao Xing was a venomous snake, a ferocious beast.Zhao Xing was well aware, and he relished it. He absolutely adored the way the other man would look at him with eyes brimming with tears, like a dumb little rabbit.It was almost impossible to resist the urge to bully him.Until one day.Zhao Xing woke in the middle of the night.He saw Luo Mingshan leaning by the window, a cigarette held between his slender fingers, his voice lazy and indifferent.“Don’t you fucking talk about Zhao Xing like that. He’s not a pervert.”Seemingly hearing something in response, Luo Mingshan let out a low chuckle.“I just like him fierce and hot-tempered. Like a big cat. Cute as hell.”“Yeah, you try laying a finger on him, and I’ll whittle you down to a stick. One more thing—Zhao Xing is mine. Tell all those worthless scumbags under you to stay the fuck away from him. If I catch them hanging around Zhao Xing again, I’ll chop them up and make soup for him.”Zhao Xing lay frozen, limbs icy cold, staring wide-eyed until dawn.The next morning, the man timidly peeked his head in.“Brother Zhao… I made the soup early today, just like you told me…”Zhao Xing: “You—you don’t need to cook for me anymore!”“…Brother Zhao?”Zhao Xing shuddered all over: “I said stop cooking, are you deaf?! Get out, don’t disturb my rest!”Only after Luo Mingshan finished his profuse, humble apologies and closed the door did Zhao Xing slowly pull the quilt over his head.And burst into tears beneath the covers.Wahh… Officer… There’s a psycho here…Everyone in the upper circles of City C knew that Zhao Xing, the third son of the Zhao family, had been kicked out and exiled to a small county town to become a lowlife thug, all because of his terrible temper and despicable character.Zhao Xing was a laughingstock among his peers and a prime example of failed upbringing.One day, the eldest Zhao brother condescended to visit the small county town, wanting to see just how far this idiot brother of his had fallen.But he witnessed with his own eyes this foolish younger brother corner the legendary head of the Luo family in an alley.And order him to clean his shoes.His expression was arrogant, his words provocative, his actions suicidal.Elder Brother Zhao was horrified, fearing this idiot would get himself killed on the spot and drag the entire Zhao family down into bankruptcy.But before he could rush forward to stop it, he saw the young patriarch take out a handkerchief and kneel down.After meticulously cleaning the shoes, the man looked up.A bright, unmistakable smile on his face:“Brother Ah-Xing, I know I was wrong. Don’t be mad at me, okay?”

Ruan Qiuping had to see someone every day. At their first meeting, that person was just a short, quiet child who seemed to have autism. Later, they met again at a luxurious banquet. The main door opened, and the cold sound of a cane echoed. Everyone fell silent. At the center of attention was a man. He was dressed in a black suit, wearing thin gold-rimmed glasses, and holding an expensive cane with white gloves. His face was calm and dignified, as if a single gesture from him could make everyone hold their breath. The sound of the cane stopped in front of Ruan Qiuping. The man removed his gloves, and his slightly cool fingertips gently wiped away the smudge at the corner of Ruan Qiuping's lips. He whispered, "Ruan, you promised to buy me candy." ...Yu Huan saw that man every year. He appeared once a year, though it was never known on which day he would suddenly show up. So, Yu Huan prepared himself every day to be at his best. He waited eagerly. Yu Huan: 365 days a year, one day to see you, 364 days preparing to see you. Ruan Qiuping: Your year is just a day to me.