年下 Novels

Shen Yuheng transmigrated into a book, becoming a cannon-fodder male concubine in the old emperor’s harem. System: Host, I have a bad news and another bad news. Which one do you want to hear first? Shen Yuheng slowly types a question mark: ? The system awkwardly smiles and tells him— ① In a year, the tyrannical top Xiao Jin will ascend the throne and have him torn apart by five horses. ② The old emperor has flipped his name plaque—tonight, he must serve in the royal bedchamber. Shen Yuheng: ??? What kind of heaven-crumbling, earth-shattering opening is this??? (Sweating profusely.jpg) --- To avoid the bad ending, Shen Yuheng acts as Xiao Jin’s "gentle stepmother." When Xiao Jin plans to poison and assassinate, Shen Yuheng secretly replaces the poison with flour. When Xiao Jin encounters his enemy, Shen Yuheng throws away all the knives in the palace overnight. Time and again, he pulls Xiao Jin back from the edge of darkness, stopping him from becoming the villainous ultimate boss from the original book. Two years later, rebel armies approach the city gates, demanding Xiao Jin hand over Shen Yuheng in exchange for the life of the original protagonist bottom, Su Cheng. System: Host, don’t worry! He doesn’t know Su Cheng in this life—he’d never agree! But Xiao Jin coldly orders Shen Yuheng: Go down. System: … Shen Yuheng: … Damn, this brat has been reborn?! --- Xiao Jin had indeed experienced rebirth. His memories from his past life told him Shen Yuheng had always been in close, ambiguous contact with the rebel leader. Xiao Jin was certain—the rebels wouldn’t kill him. But later, standing atop the high city wall, he watched in horror as Shen Yuheng was pierced through the heart. … No soldier who witnessed that day would ever forget it. The rebels were slaughtered to the last, corpses strewn across the land like hell on earth. The tyrant Xiao Jin stood amidst rivers of blood, cradling the former emperor’s male concubine. His blood-drenched eyes shed two trails of scarlet tears.

At the age of nineteen, Fang Li's father absconded with all the money from the mine and vanished into thin air. Surrounded by workers demanding their wages, it was Qin Weidong, whom he had picked up from the streets, who risked his life to help Fang Li escape from the gray mountains.In the 1990s, as the country gradually opened up opportunities for mining resource exploitation, the two youths left their small town with nothing. Young Qin Weidong, with his exceptional intellect, meticulously strategized his way to becoming the general manager of a state-owned mining conglomerate, amassing his initial capital.Meanwhile, Fang Li, working at a piano store, was spotted by a talent scout. Just as he was on the verge of realizing his musical dreams, Fang Li could never have imagined that Qin Weidong, who had belonged only to him for the past decade, was actually the long-lost son of a top dignitary in Jin Province, missing for fifteen years!【Backstage Gossip】There have been rumors in the entertainment world that Fang Li, who debuted as a singer last year, has been sailing smoothly and winning numerous awards because he has a highly influential gay sugar daddy backing him up. Some unscrupulous tabloids even followed him at night, creating sensational headlines about Fang Li willingly being the sugar baby, enduring "humiliation" in the garage for three hours without resistance. However, these scandalous stories were pulled within half a day, and the magazine owner was terrified into a cold sweat, leading to no further daring investigations into the secrets of Fang Li's benefactor.Only insiders close to the star knew the truth: there was no sugar daddy; it was his childhood sweetheart with whom he had privately pledged his life long ago.【One Day, Backstage at a Concert】The assistant dared not speak, only hearing the sounds of cups being smashed and chairs being thrown."Qin Weidong, that bastard, is so narrow-minded! Am I supposed to put on a funeral face at my concert? How am I supposed to go on stage like this?!"The assistant hurriedly powdered the star's face when the phone rang at the worst possible moment.The "humiliated" star grabbed the phone:"Qin Weidong! You jerk, get over here right now!!"

Sui Yan spent his life scheming and exerting himself for years, ultimately clearing the name of his loyal master. Unexpectedly, in the end, he was given a cup of poisoned wine by that very person, meeting a tragic death in a desolate garden. When he woke from this grand dream, he found himself back in his youth, ready for revenge and retribution... Huh? What? No revenge or retribution? Sui Yan: I think lazing around and waiting to die is quite good.

Lu Shimao, the top graduate in criminal investigation, was sent on a public exchange to a Hong Kong police academy for a year. Failing the physical training exams, the former academic ace became the underdog. Bullied by her off-campus roommate, she was drenched like a stray dog in a typhoon. Police Superintendent Xue Tong took her in, nursed her back to health, and trained alongside her— only to heartlessly dump her after flirting her into questioning her sexuality. Heartbroken, Officer Lu returned to the mainland and joined the forensic investigation unit. Evidence collection, crime scene analysis, arrests. Facing endless piles of dull evidence and the chaos of police work, she chased suspects through sleepless nights, working overtime till dawn without complaint. A colleague, the medical examiner, sighed: *"Lu earns 8.5k a month, but her life is blacker than black coffee."* No one knew… Exhausted and drenched in sweat every day, Officer Lu collapsed into bed just to avoid thinking of Xue Tong— a perfect ostrich. --- Xue Tong never imagined her years of discipline would crumble under the charm of a kid from the mainland. Not only was the girl brilliant, but her *techniques* were also impressive. So Xue Tong fell hard—and even began to dream of more. Yet after joining a classified mission, the kid vanished. Phone blocked, address unknown, even social media accounts deleted. Unable to forget or let go, Xue Tong kept applying for mainland professor exchange programs, climbing ranks to secure a public posting— just to ask Lu Shimao to her face: *How dare she claim she was the one dumped?*

Yu Qingzang transmigrated into a novel, becoming an insignificant extra from a minor sect who appeared no more than three times in the entire story—practically non-existent. Initially, he thought he wouldn’t interfere with the plot and could just enjoy a carefree cultivation life. But at twelve, when his sect couldn’t gather enough female disciples to participate in the Immortal Sect’s Mahjong Tournament, his eldest sister dragged him to the Ten Thousand Immortals Pavilion dressed as a girl to make up the numbers. Behind the pavilion, he met the young Long Aotian (refers to the domineering protagonist), who claimed it was love at first sight with "her." Yu Qingzang: "..." He forced a smile. "Haha, I’m still young. If you’re serious, come propose later." Long Aotian snapped off a peach blossom branch for him, eyes shining with youthful charm—only his ears were bright red. "It’s a promise!" For a moment, Yu Qingzang was dazzled by his harmless face... until he remembered the novel’s plot: this guy had endless romantic entanglements, childhood friends fighting to the death, and white roses clashing with red roses. Instantly, his heart turned to ice. With a plastic smile, he replied, "Sure, sure." Seven years later, Dragon Pride, now a troublemaking overlord, came knocking. Cheapskate Master: "Qingzang! Last time he went to the Seven Swords Sect and left them with only two swords! This old man can’t handle such a ‘heroic’ young man!" Eldest Sister: "Fear not, little junior brother! I have a magical artifact to save us!" She pulled out the latest women’s immortal fashion set from the Beauty Pavilion. Yu Qingzang: "...Scram!" To save his destitute sect, Yu Qingzang decided to debut as a female immortal idol... just kidding. Swallowing his pride, he dressed up again, intending to reject Dragon Pride as his sister advised. But the moment he stepped out, he saw the young man leaning lazily on his spear, the head of a ferocious beast—one that had harassed their sect for months—underfoot. Eyes bright as stars, Dragon Pride hastily wiped blood off his hands and called out, "Fairy!" "The Golden Core Tournament in Qingzhou gathers heroes from across the land. I-I’d like to invite you... if you’d, uh..." Clearly unused to such flowery speech, he stumbled over his words, flushing crimson yet gazing at Yu Qingzang with pure, earnest longing. Trembling, Yu Qingzang eyed the beast’s mutilated corpse (now pixelated under censorship) and wondered if that would be his fate if he spoke up: "..." —Sister, your rejection script sounds cool, but I don’t have the guts to say it QAQ Winds howl, waters chill; off goes the warrior... returning in drag.

"I'm sor—" An He's apology got stuck mid-sentence. After a long pause, he finally managed to add, "Handsome, your... wig fell off." Age gap. Happy ending.

The August sun at noon is so glaring it makes people dizzy. Jiang Chu leans on the railing at the exit, impatiently twirling his phone, deciding to wait just five more minutes. Five minutes later, he turns around, and a pair of dusty flip-flops stops in front of him. Following the flip-flops upward, he sees red sweatpants with white stripes on both sides, a counterfeit T-shirt that prints 'Adidas' as 'Ada,' a workman's bag slung over one shoulder like a rope, and a pair of cold, sharp black eyes, with a piece of straw tangled in the messy hair. "Qin Zui?" Jiang Chu can't help but raise an eyebrow, thinking this guy looks like a stray dog. Qin Zui's mouth twitches slightly in caution, staring at Jiang Chu, and he flatly replies, "Yeah." "I'm your... brother." Jiang Chu looks at him for a moment, then nods, speechless. "Let's go. My dad and your mom are waiting for you at the restaurant." As he turns away, he notices a circle of dried sweat stains on the back of Qin Zui's black T-shirt.

As a lover, Lin Zhiyang was forbidden from getting too close. After a year together, she only knew the exact locations of the professor’s moles. The consequence of trying to melt a glacier was that, on the day she painstakingly prepared to confess, the other woman walked past her as if she didn't exist. So when she said "break up," Yu Che's deathly pale face made the words taste sweet—as if they had ever been legitimate in the first place. * Yu Che didn’t dare underestimate Lin Zhiyang's pull on her. Every rejection was a form of self-torture. No one knew how much courage it took for a glacier to inch closer to the sun. To steal a sliver of its warmth, she drank poison to quench her thirst. She never asked for deep love—only for it to last. After Lin Zhiyang left, this years-long dream, vacillating between torment and bliss, collapsed in an instant. She finally understood: love cannot be hidden. * *"You come to this world once, you ought to see the sun, and walk down the street with your beloved."*

Ning Shiting followed Prince Qing, Gu Feiyin, for ten years—breaking off an engagement, abandoning his bright immortal path, and trading his blade for life in the manor. In his youth, unnamed and unfavored, he met his end with a cup of poisoned wine. Reborn at seventeen, he let go of his obsessions, seeking only a letter of divorce. Life in the manor was lonely, shared only with the crippled young heir under the same roof, remaining indifferent to each other. Knowing that in the future, Gu Tingshuang would storm the palace, kill his father, and become a tyrant—and knowing the boy had lost his mother young, weathering hardships—he offered patient guidance and gentle companionship, hoping to temper his rage with peace. Yet one summer day, as he lounged in the courtyard with closed eyes, he overheard servants urging the heir to choose a consort. From a shadowed corner of the study, the brooding, cold youth in a wheelchair sneered, "Who needs a consort? I only want the one in this courtyard." "His divorce letter—I’ll write it." "His remarriage—I’ll decree it." Reborn, he never expected to become the tyrant’s white moonlight, a cinnabar stain etched into a frigid heart. * At ten, Gu Tingshuang lost his mother, his spiritual roots shattered, confined to a wheelchair. At fourteen, his father welcomed his "benefactor" into the manor—their bridal chamber placed in his mother’s old room. That night, he stormed in with a blade, his voice dark with fury: *Get out.* The young man lifted his veil to meet his gaze. Eyes clear, serene like still water. For the next decade, he became the sole fixation of his heart. Cultivating for him, stepping into the world for him, wielding his blade to sever fate’s threads. Because he was the last light piercing his life. *Before you, ten years of frost.* *After you, spring rains gentle.*

During the summer vacation of his freshman year, Jian Ran got married to his arranged partner. Holding the red marriage certificate, he patted his "husband" on the shoulder: By the way, bro, what's your name? "Hubby" slightly raised his eyelids: Look for yourself. On the first day of the new semester, Jian Ran's roommate told him that his position as the school hunk had been taken by a junior. Jian Ran was skeptical: Impossible! Could anyone be more handsome than your daddy Jian?! The roommate dragged Jian Ran to the sports field and pointed at the most handsome guy there: It's him! Jian Ran looked left and right, feeling something was off. ??? Isn't that his husband, whom he's only met once?! Jian Ran: Call me senior. Ren Qing Lin: Call me hubby.

He was once the head of the immortal sect. Jiang Zheluo single-handedly averted the catastrophe, protecting the people of the divine land, but in doing so lost all his cultivation, turning his hair white overnight. All that remained was a millennium of futile memories and a body riddled with ailments. He retreated from the cultivation world, gathering herbs and planting flowers deep within the Zhongnan Mountains, merely seeking to live out his remaining years in peace. Until... the little spirits he had saved, the juniors he had cared for, and even the demons he had subdued countless times came to him, each one more passionate than the last, grabbing his hand and asking: "Senior, what type do you like? Can you not be so strict about gender?" Jiang Zheluo: "...???" · Wen Renye is the new Demon Lord. He is cold and ruthless, strikingly handsome, and carries the shame of being defeated by the head of the immortal sect with a single move in his youth. Unable to let go of his obsession, Wen Renye rushed to the Zhongnan Mountains, where he saw the former immortal sect leader with his white hair and thin robes, his sickly frame hunched over, a hint of scarlet like cinnabar on his lips from coughing. His obsession remained, Yet his heart skipped a beat.

Gu Yue is the unattainable white moonlight in countless hearts—peerlessly beautiful, frail, and perpetually ill. After "death," he survives in ancient ruins, fierce in battle but often coughing blood and lacking stamina. One day, Kou Yu, the loyal wolf dog who has adored Gu Yue for years, suddenly appears, vowing to protect his white moonlight with his life— only to be knocked flat by a single punch from said white moonlight. Under the moonless night, Gu Yue—addicted to dungeons, lethal as slicing melons, a true powerhouse—narrows his eyes, pondering: "Hm? Have I seen you somewhere before?"

After a car accident, Yan Xun’s memory regressed to when he was eighteen. Then, he learned two shocking pieces of news from a friend. First: He had married a beautiful man. Second: They were scheduled for divorce at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow. Studious Yan Xun: *“……???”* Disbelieving, he immediately demanded an explanation. His friend fell silent for a few seconds, giving him an indescribable look: *“You fell in love with him at first sight, then shamelessly pursued him, chased him relentlessly, seized him by force, and even… well, forced yourself on him. After a series of outrageous maneuvers, you finally won him over.”* Yan Xun: *“……???”* Forced himself… what?! But just last year, he had received the municipal *"Three-Good Student"* award, and just yesterday, he’d helped an old lady cross the street! After careful consideration, Yan Xun concluded that unless he’d been utterly, *irrevocably* in love with this person, he’d never have done something so outrageous. But then— *“So why are we getting divorced now?”* His friend gave him a sympathetic look: *“Because at such a young age… you became ‘incapable.’”* Yan Xun: *“?”* — On the day of their divorce appointment, Chu Tingyun waited four hours for Yan Xun. Dozens of frantic calls from his secretary came in, but the CEO remained seated in the café, calmly replying: *“I’m waiting for someone important. I won’t return.”* Just as he finished speaking, a familiar figure burst into view— A dark-haired young man, leaning on a crutch, hobbling over on one foot, clutching a stack of documents, which he shoved right into Chu Tingyun’s hands. Gasping for breath, he explained: *“Sorry, I… I went for a medical checkup.”* Beyond the standard tests—there was also a *certain functionality exam.* *“The doctor said… I’m actually pretty capable.”* Then, the husband who’d insisted on divorcing just days ago suddenly backtracked, hesitantly asking: *“Can we… not divorce yet? Maybe you should… try me one more time.”* One more try? Chu Tingyun fell silent for a moment before barely suppressing the upward twitch of his lips and nodding with restraint— *“Alright.”* No more divorce. — Much later, Yan Xun regained his memory. He realized most of what his friend had told him was true—except for one critical detail. He wasn’t the one who’d fallen for Chu Tingyun at first sight, relentlessly pursued him, seized him by force, and… *forced himself*. *It was the other way around.* Yan Xun: *“……”* Now he finally understood why Chu Tingyun’s lips had been so *hard to control* when he agreed not to divorce.

Zhuang Hanxue has been carefree for thirty-four years, enjoying life to the fullest, indulging in food, drink, and leisure, happy every day. At his age, he even caught up with the trend by engaging in an online romance with a male friend, eventually meeting in person. Mr. Zhuang, who embraced being the "receiver" at thirty, remained calm. Being the receiver is great—it’s pleasurable and stress-free. His Qiu Zeyan treats him incredibly well, so he’s content to stay home as a lazy otaku. Hehehe =v= However, the good times didn’t last. His little wolf-dog faced a business crisis. The seemingly useless Mr. Zhuang scratched his foot and remembered the vast family fortune waiting for him to inherit: "Wait, I’ll go borrow some money for you. Is one billion enough?" Qiu Zeyan, who always thought his older lover was penniless: "???" *A story of a worried, loyal wolf-dog "top" x a lazy, unambitious otaku "bottom." Yet another chaotic tale of a mismatched pair—don’t ask me to change the bottom, sis, this is a bottom-centric story. *Note: The top has an ex-boyfriend; the bottom has ex-girlfriends everywhere. Xiao Qiu has always been the top, with a preference for bottoms older than himself.

Shao Yunqu: My wife wants to use me to practice her cultivation? (￣～￣；) Well... I shamelessly complied ╮(╯▽╰)╭!

Zhongli Shuo knew her empress was the only person in this world who could truly stand by her side. She respected her, understood her, but never dared to let the empress know she loved her. Awakening from the flames once more, meeting again—can they still be together? My empress...

In 2035, Xu Youyuan, facing a midlife crisis, decides to swallow her pride and dive into the dating scene to gather inspiration for a romance game she’s developing. Little did she know, a single date leads to big trouble. Xu Youyuan: “Don’t ask. What kind of good experience could dating a brat possibly be?” Shi Yue: “Need me to remind you of the 300-word glowing review *you* wrote?” This anonymous user’s feedback read: “Honestly, unforgettable. Exceptional technique, outstanding strengths, impressive stamina, and an excellent user experience. Tried it *myself*—five stars, highly recommended…” Xu Youyuan: “…”

People's teacher Lu Qingze once traveled through a book and became the unfortunate imperial tutor. Surrounded by wolves, he could either side with the powerful prime minister or cultivate the young emperor into a wise ruler. Out of professional habit, Lu Qingze chose the latter. No one dared disrespect the imperial tutor Lu Qingze, who raised the young emperor. Inside and outside the court, countless people revered him. It was rumored that Lu Qingze had an ugly face, so he always wore a silver mask, lived a reclusive life, and seldom appeared in public. Only the young emperor knew what a stunningly beautiful face lay beneath that mask. After resolving the troubles, Lu Qingze belatedly realized that the "pup" he had raised was a wolf cub. Now that their common enemy was gone, the young emperor began targeting those around him, and the next to lose his head would be Lu Qingze himself—a classic tale of betrayal. Lu Qingze: I'm not playing along. Lu Qingze gracefully faked his death, changed his identity, and roamed freely. Unbeknownst to him, dark clouds gathered in the capital. The feared tyrant, propping himself against the coffin, gazed at the charred corpse inside, his eyes red with tears as he spat out blood. After happily enjoying freedom for a few years, Lu Qingze calculated it was safe and sneaked to the outskirts of the capital to burn paper offerings for an old friend, only to meet the red-eyed young emperor. Lu Qingze choked.—Rumors spread in the palace that the emperor suddenly married a queen, lavishing her with nightly affection. It was said that while strolling in the outskirts, he saw someone as beautiful as jade, fell in love at first sight, and directly abducted them into the palace. Inside and outside the court, everyone was dissatisfied with this inexplicably parachuted queen. Former subordinates and rivals, who despised mere ornaments, were even more indignant seeing the emperor's respect and affection for Lu Qingze: "How can this person compare to even a hair of the imperial tutor!" They seized every opportunity to mock Lu Qingze, often mentioning the imperial tutor with endless nostalgia. Lu Qingze: ... You didn’t say that when I was here.—The three years without you made the phrase "long live the emperor" a sinister curse.

Liu Yi, a rising star in the forensic field who just returned to China, unknowingly stole the love interest of Qi Shanyu, the heartthrob captain of the criminal police team. Fate brings rivals together—while unwinding at a bar, Liu Yi unexpectedly picks up a drunken Qi Shanyu drowning his sorrows. Seeing the handsome young man delivered to his doorstep, Liu Yi’s schemes click into place. But man proposes, God disposes… The next day, Forensic Doctor Liu declares: "Qi, you dare tie me up and leave me on the floor all night? This means war!" From rivals to lovers, this bickering pair trades barbs while falling in love, solving cases and performing autopsies, working their way to the peak of both romance and career—a proper (scratch that) story.

Rong Tang once read a book. In the book, the antagonist Su Huaijing was a prodigy, a typical representative of beauty, strength, and tragedy, with a high-IQ revenge-driven character. Sadly, the character fell apart and met a tragic end. One day, Rong Tang transmigrated into the book, becoming the terminally ill cannon fodder character who shared his name and died early. He was also bound to a system tasked with saving the male lead, and he reincarnated three times. The first time, he faithfully followed the male lead, helping him dodge schemes from cannon fodder characters and the antagonist, only to be poisoned to death—mission failed. The second time, he worked on two fronts, assisting the male lead while also approaching the antagonist, only to be stabbed to death by the male lead—mission failed. By the third reincarnation, Rong Tang thought, "Screw the male lead, I’m not saving him anymore." So, on the night when the antagonist Su Huaijing was drugged and tied up, Rong Tang, coughing as if he had tuberculosis, barged into the brothel room, neutralized the drug, and earnestly asked, "Will you marry me?" Su Huaijing: "?" Rong Tang’s illness was incurable, but he accompanied Su Huaijing throughout his journey, often whispering in his ear, "Don’t worry, when I die, all my assets will be yours." By the time the situation stabilized, on the eve of Su Huaijing’s ascension to the throne, the mission miraculously completed. Overjoyed, Rong Tang, to protect the emperor’s reputation, faked his death and ran away without a second thought. But before he could leave the capital, the emperor’s guards surrounded him, hawks circled above, dogs drooled, and officials knelt on both sides. The small donkey Rong Tang had bought on the way sneezed in terror. The emperor, dressed in bright imperial robes, stepped forward with a smile and asked gently, "Husband, are you abandoning your wife and child after leading them astray?" Rong Tang: "?" Can you even give birth? Wait, no! Is it appropriate for a top to so deeply embody the wife role!? The emperor walked up to him, raised his head, and smiled, "Come back with me, and I’ll share half this world with you." Mini Scenes: One day, after dinner, Rong Tang lay in the yard cooling off, as usual discussing the future with Su Huaijing. "I probably only have two years left. Remember to reclaim the estate in Longxi—" Su Huaijing expressionlessly forced a bowl of bitter medicine down his throat. Another day, Rong Tang finished reading a novel and huddled by the fireplace for warmth, seriously bidding farewell to Su Huaijing. "I likely only have two months left. If the house in the west of the city is too small for you, I bought another one in the south—" Su Huaijing, through gritted teeth, fed him three fist-sized pills. Yet another day, in the imperial garden where the lotus flowers were in full bloom, Rong Tang sat by the bridge eating lotus pastries. "I might die tomorrow. Remember to bury me—" Su Huaijing, unable to tolerate it any longer, leaned down and silenced him with a kiss. After a moment, the emperor, who rarely showed emotion, slowly pulled back and looked at his consort, "Did I ever tell you that I’m the best physician in Da Yu?" "If you say that again, I’ll consider it medical malpractice." This world is ours to share, this land ours to rest upon together.