The First Interstellar Pet

Ye Zhou finally managed to save enough money to open a large supermarket, but when he was about to showcase his skills, he realized that he might have a mental illness.——Every morning the supermarket opened, a different scenery laid beyond its doors.One day it’s a doomsday wasteland.Or it’s a war-torn dynasty where the poverty-stricken common folk ate soil and tree bark.Or it’s a sewage-strewn environment, and as soon as you look up, you can see a medieval castle.Or it’s a world full of all kinds of magical creatures, but ordinary people struggled to survive there.Ye Zhou: “……”He just wanted to make a little money! Was that not okay?!

Ming Qian, burdened with mortgage and personal loans, suddenly had a stroke of luck after losing his job—he found a priceless ancient jade. Just as he planned to turn it over to the authorities to locate the owner the next day, a silver-haired, eccentric heartthrob mysteriously appeared in his home. Dressed in ancient robes, the man spoke in riddles Ming Qian couldn’t comprehend. "You are my destined partner. This jade is my clan’s love token." "Our union is fated by the heavens." "I am the last nine-tailed fox in this world." Ming Qian: "Which psychiatric hospital do you belong to? I’ll call them to pick you up." Now, in addition to repaying loans, Ming Qian had to raise a fox. He decided to start a business—a Hot Pot Restaurant he had zero faith in—waiting daily for it to fail while resigning himself to being good only at losing money. Later: The nine-tailed fox became the restaurant’s most popular and most disliked waiter. The winged dragon became the most popular delivery guy. The hog-like Dang Kang consistently ranked as the top employee. ... Overnight, the Shan Hai Hot Pot Restaurant went viral, and the once-failing eatery inexplicably became the city’s pride. During an interview, Ming Qian said— "How did it blow up? No clue." "Honestly, I wish we had fewer customers. We’re understaffed—please bear with us!"

In the second year of Lu Huansheng's relentless haul of Best Actor awards, a young boy came into his life. The child of a senior colleague who had just entered the entertainment industry, the senior asked Lu Huansheng to keep an eye on him: "Our Wen Ning is just dabbling for fun. The industry is messy, but with your reputation backing him, things will go smoother." Lu Huansheng was exasperated—a barely adult, spoiled boy living under his roof? Unexpectedly, the boy turned out to be his fan—well-behaved and sweet when they met, even asking for an autograph. After signing, the boy was overjoyed: "Can I take a picture of the signature to post on Weibo?" Later— Lu Huansheng: "Quit just snapping signatures and plushies. The real person’s right in front of you—why not take a photo with me?" Wen Ning: "What if the fans notice?" Lu Huansheng: "Just tell them! Your favorite CP is real—what can they do about it?" ———————————— Lu Huansheng’s fans suddenly stumbled upon a new fanpage, inexplicably pairing their beloved Lu with some no-name D-list actor. Fans: "D-lister, stop leeching off our Lu. Trash and their delusional fans can crawl back to their own lane." "Imagine the audacity of this nobody's fanbase." Then they realized—Lu Huansheng himself had followed the fanpage. And soon, revelations surfaced— The fanpage was created by Lu Huansheng himself. The "no-name" was the youngest heir of the ultra-wealthy Wen family. Born with shares in the family empire, a silver spoon in his mouth, he had earned a bachelor’s degree at eighteen from Curtis, one of the world’s most prestigious music conservatories. Fans: "He’s so handsome!" "Hubby, notice me!" "Another day simping for this god-tier couple."

You are the only rose on the desolate plain. ———— A story of love and redemption.

To survive, You Ming married Jiang Yu'an, born in a year, month, day, and hour of extreme yin—though he became a widower immediately after the wedding, as his husband had died young, never reaching adulthood. Yet on their wedding night, an unseen presence pinned You Ming to the bed. His frail body gradually recovered, and his family’s nearly bankrupt business began to thrive. Every wish he made before his husband’s memorial tablet came true the next day. To see his husband, You Ming taught himself esoteric arts. Soon, everyone noticed something was off. The once-sickly man was now healthy; the one deemed unfit to inherit the family business now could; the timid soul who never dared raise a hand now struck back. Those who schemed against him found misfortune striking before they even acted. You Ming: "My husband can do anything." Jiang Yu'an: "^_^"