Went on a Dating Variety Show with the CEO from a Flash Marriage

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.”

Lin Fengming and Yan Yun married young—one a taciturn university professor, cold as the distant moon; the other a world-famous superstar with a face and acting skills so perfect he could afford to scowl at everyone. In bed, they were perfectly matched, but off it, they fought like cats and dogs, their arguments loud enough to tear the roof down. Yet their friends all insisted they were a match made in heaven. Upon hearing this, they scoffed in unison: “Match made in heaven? Him and me?” As if determined to rip that label off, they skipped a wedding when they married but made sure the whole world knew when they divorced—both practically pinned their divorce certificates to their social media profiles. Yet none of their friends took it seriously: “Oh, really divorced? I’ll bet 100 bucks they remarry within a year.” “Too conservative—six months, tops.” “Marriage is the grave of love, so you two are planning a resurrection, huh? Honestly, I’m emotional.” “I’d sooner believe I’m Qin Shi Huang than believe they’re really done.” “If they remarry, does it count as a second marriage? Do we have to give wedding gifts again?” In reality, the night after the divorce, neither could sleep. When they met again, it was on an eerie, mystery-themed marriage variety show. The show featured four couples, only one of whom had already divorced. Lin Fengming and Yan Yun’s mission? Pretend to be the real deal—no audience suspicions allowed. Before the show aired, both claimed they’d just coast through it. Netizens chimed in: “After all these years of marriage, Yan never even posted his wife—must be plain-looking.” “Doubt the feelings are real either. Total plastic couple.” “Ugh, fake sugar is worse than real—who wants to watch this?” But once the show aired— The famously hot-tempered, no-nonsense superstar Yan Yun could flawlessly recite his partner’s birthday, hobbies, publications… even the last time they’d said “I love you.” Meanwhile, the supposedly aloof Professor Lin, normally poised when sober, would drunkenly mumble in complaint: “Yan Yun… it’s been so long since you kissed me.” Netizens collectively lost it: “If these two ain’t real, I’ll eat durian in a handstand.” “YAN YUN, WHY AREN’T YOU KISSING HIM RIGHT NOW?? WHYYYY??” “They’ve fucked at least a hundred times—bet my keyboard on it.” Yet when the finale aired, the hosts announced: “Bad news, folks—the couple who’ve already divorced is… Lin Fengming and Yan Yun.” After a few seconds of stunned silence, the internet erupted in a single syllable: “WHAT?” Before the meltdown reached its peak, another post trended: **Yan Yun V: [Photo] Anyone eyeing Professor Lin can take a cold shower.** The photo showed two marriage certificates and two hands, entwined and wearing matching diamond rings. The internet exploded.

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: ???