追爱火葬场 Novels

A dark-hearted, dual-eyed little monster (Alpha) × a detached, cold-blooded, noble celestial (Omega). Luo Xuan, the third daughter of the Luo family, is an S-class Alpha diagnosed by doctors to not live past 21. Born with heterochromatic eyes, plagued by chronic illness, she acts recklessly and unrestrained. The Luo family arranges a marriage for her with the prestigious Ning family. On their wedding night, Luo Xuan realizes the breathtaking Omega sharing her bed is the person she has secretly loved for six years. Ning Yiqing, the ruling Omega of an elite aristocratic family, possesses unparalleled beauty and a cold-blooded demeanor. With her thunderous methods, she resembles untouched snow atop a mountain—noble and untouchable. A string of violet prayer beads adorns her pale wrist, as if she were an immortal untouched by worldly desires, eternally unswayed by love. ** Married for a year, their affection burns passionately, and Luo Xuan believes it will last forever—until that rainy day, when the woman’s eyes fill with frost, her voice still tender as ever: "I love you, but I will still marry her." Seeing through the deception of being a "substitute," Luo Xuan decisively steps aside, allowing the childhood sweethearts to reunite. Later, the secretary delivers a package from Luo Xuan to Ning Yiqing. Secretary: "Ms. Luo Xuan left this for you." The woman flips through documents, unperturbed: "Has she come to her senses and returned?" Secretary: "No, she’s already dead." A long silence, and all that remains in the woman’s eyes is desolation. One rainy night, Luo Xuan watches coldly as Ning Yiqing collapses before her grave, wailing in anguish, tears of blood streaking down her once-impassive face. Afterward, rumors spread in the business world—the cold, untouchable figure had blinded both eyes for a little monster. Luo Xuan, now at peace, lives freely and joyfully. Ning Yiqing can only watch from afar as the radiant Luo Xuan laughs, dates, even marries others—her eyes reddening, powerless to stop it. ** In her early life, Ning Yiqing recited Buddhist scriptures, cold and detached. In her later years, she fell to the mortal realm for Luo Xuan, like a moth to flame. "I once worshipped you as a deity, yet I could cast you aside just as easily."

Crematorium begins at Chapter 25, double purity, HE. Yin Jiu Ruo transmigrates into a mortal infant and remains incapable of cultivating into immortality even as an adult. By chance, she is saved by a frostily aloof woman. After a wild night together, the woman takes her back to her sect. In the grand hall, the woman appears ethereal in white robes, with raven-black hair, obsidian eyes, and skin like jade—her beauty outshining the snow, yet her heart colder than frost. She tells Yin Jiu Ruo, "Call me Master Fu Qing. I shall marry you." On their wedding night, Fu Qing pierces Yin Jiu Ruo’s heart with her sword, extracting her heart's-blood. When demons attack, the bloodless Yin Jiu Ruo is left dying in the muck and gore. She watches Fu Qing wield her blade, now stained with her heart's-blood, to slay the demons. As her soul scatters, she becomes a demon. In her dying moments, she realizes that her master, who cultivates the path of heartlessness, truly has no heart. It was all a deception crafted just for her. After that day, the demon realm welcomes back its young master, Yin Jiu Ruo, while Fu Qing, the Heavenly Venerable of Primordial Beginning, returns to the Thirty-Six Heavens. Yin Jiu Ruo roams free, untethered and joyous. But the Heavenly Venerable Fu Qing is beset by inner demons—the once-composed and noble deity cradles a mortal’s corpse, her hair turning white overnight, nearly succumbing to demonic corruption. ** To forge an alliance with the Asura Realm against the gods, Yin Jiu Ruo gladly agrees to marry the Asura Princess. The demon realm celebrates for eighty-one days. Yet, on the wedding day, the heavens tremble as the Heavenly Venerable emerges from seclusion. Amid a sky bathed in blood, Fu Qing stands alone in her bloodstained white robes, her sword dripping crimson as she lifts Yin Jiu Ruo’s chin. Her voice is hoarse: "...I’ve come to marry you." #Run—the psychotic yandere ex-wife is here!# Yin Jiu Ruo (top) × Fu Qing (bottom)

After his death, You Mian discovered he was just a cannon-fodder fake young master in a love-filled battlefield novel. Scorned by everyone and treated as a replacement for the real young master, Bai Lin—this was his destined fate. He once thought Yan Tingxuan, whom he grew up with, would be the exception. But not only Yan Tingxuan, all his other friends stood behind Bai Lin, becoming his support. In his past life, You Mian's heart turned to ashes. Yet, believing he had taken Bai Lin's privileged life, he endured all these changes. But when the fire broke out, he realized his adoption by the You family was just a scheme—all a ploy to protect Bai Lin. No wonder he was kidnapped countless times as a child without his father batting an eye. No wonder Bai Lin was "found" immediately after his coming-of-age ceremony, and the You family celebrated without much surprise. Even those friends had only approached him to compete for Bai Lin. With everything settled and his heart dead to the world, You Mian was reborn. This time, he no longer dwelled on truths or falsehoods, right or wrong. To cut ties completely, You Mian agreed to the You family's conditions and was stuffed into a dating show meant to promote Bai Lin, playing the role of a joke rejected by all of Bai Lin's suitors. Yan Tingxuan, his old friend, wore a cold expression, as if fearing You Mian would cling to him. Movie star Yun Guanqing, who lowered himself to join the show, didn't hide his disgust when looking at You Mian. Huo Yanzhi, who once saw You Mian as a substitute, kept his distance in the show, following Bai Lin exclusively. You Mian no longer cared about their changes, nor did he crave the bonds of his past life. He remained an indifferent bystander. But just as he planned to dutifully finish the show and leave this senseless battlefield, those people suddenly weren't having it. Yan Tingxuan angrily demanded, "If you didn’t send me the heart-fluttering message, who did you send it to?" Yun Guanqing lowered his eyes and hoarsely admitted, "I misunderstood you before." Huo Yanzhi desperately fought for You Mian’s date spot, begging shamelessly, "Give me another chance." To this, You Mian only responded: Thanks, but no thanks—I’m done. [Straight to the crematorium from the start, full of dog blood, satisfying revenge.] ※ The MC is irresistibly charming, a battlefield of admirers—very intense. ※ Double purity, 1V1, ML is Pei Huaiji, HE. ※ Simple writing, no logic—everything serves the thrill. Opening synopsis posted on 2022.6.8, revised on 12.5. Check out the upcoming works in the column— **"Survival Instincts Overdrive [Transmigration]" Synopsis:** Ji Ruan opened his eyes, his scalp tingling and spine chilled—as if under unseen surveillance. He soon realized he’d transmigrated into a horror-thriller novel! The protagonist, sharing his name, juggled four men, playing with their hearts until one of the yanderes killed him, leaving eerie symbols at the scene. Now, Ji Ruan was this unlucky playboy, right as the plot began to unfold… Stop! Ji Ruan slammed the brakes—who needs excitement when survival's at stake? Yet the bigshots still closed in, each demanding Ji Ruan take responsibility. The mysterious, ascetic professor adjusted his glasses and murmured, "Ruan Ruan loved when I wore these. Why aren’t you happy now?" Ji Ruan fought trembling, his eyes reddening uncontrollably. "I do like it." The man narrowed his eyes, rough fingers tracing Ji Ruan’s lashes. "Liar." The wheelchair-bound uncle of his classmate glared darkly, his cane gripped tight. "Ji Ruan. Come here." Reluctantly, Ji Ruan stepped close—only to be yanked onto the man's lap. "Haven’t seen you lately. Busy?" Ji Ruan: *Busy not dying.* With danger looming, Ji Ruan raced between the four, ensuring they never learned of each other—because he didn’t know *which* of them was the killer. Yet their possessiveness grew, whispers of locking him away forever circling. Waking to red marks on his neck, Ji Ruan frowned. Mosquitoes in autumn? On the surveillance feed, the boy stood by the bed, lifting his shirt—pale skin, pink fingertips, delicate wrists. A sight to rouse ruinous desire. Ji Ruan suddenly looked up—that feeling of being watched was back. A voice, dark and twisted, slithered from nowhere: *"Ji Ruan, my rose… no one takes you from me."* Ji Ruan paled. Wait—since when was this horror novel supernatural?! **"What Are You Expecting?" Synopsis:** Right after his concert, Lan Ou rushed to the hospital—Qiu Chiting, the double Silver Bear winner, was injured in a stampede at the awards. Barging in, Lan Ou found the actor, bandaged head and all, staring dazedly. "I know you," Qiu Chiting said. Lan Ou: *"...Yeah, no duh."* Lan Ou and Qiu Chiting were cinema's golden bromance—college roommates, struggling extras turned A-listers. Their fans adored their bond, untouched by the industry’s shipping frenzy. Lan Ou wore Qiu Chiting’s jacket at the airport? *"Thanks for looking after our Ou Ou!"* Qiu Chiting’s phone wallpaper was Lan Ou sleeping? *"With Lan’s divine looks, of course our Qi-ge uses it!"* Amidst rampant fanfiction, their purity was untouchable. But then— "I can see the future," Qiu Chiting declared. Lan Ou: *"?! Damn, his brain’s broken!"* Undeterred, Qiu Chiting continued: "We’ll star in a BL film." Lan Ou: *"Uh, we signed that yesterday."* "We’ll flirt on set." Lan Ou: *"!!"* "You’ll come to my room for acting advice." Lan Ou: *"I graduated too, thanks."* Then— "You like me." Lan Ou froze. How’d this blockhead know?! Qiu Chiting touched Lan Ou’s stomach. "And we’ll have two kids." Lan Ou: *"F*ck, Qiu Chiting, your brain’s fried!"* #WhatToDoWhenYourBestieThinksFanfictionIsReal **—On set—** Qiu Chiting, still delusional, sat munching ice cream, watching Lan Ou. Lan Ou’s neck prickled under the gaze. Suddenly, Qiu Chiting leaned in: "You didn’t visit last night." Lan Ou huffed. "The doctor said those ‘visions’ aren’t real." Qiu Chiting brushed Lan Ou’s reddening ear. "He also said you should take care of me." Lan Ou grabbed his hand, dragging him to the trailer. Qiu Chiting waited, lips poised. The fanfic was practically smut! Lan Ou’s ears burned as he yelled, *"What are you expecting?!"*

Song Yanrong transmigrated into a book. She became a disabled scumbag alpha confined to a wheelchair. The original host, obsessed with a woman, kidnapped her on the night of her sister’s engagement, mercilessly humiliated her, then abandoned her on the roadside—only to be later mutilated and sent to a medical ship by the joint revenge of her sister and the woman, meeting a gruesome end. And that woman was the novel’s female lead, Su Jia. On the night of transmigration, it was the engagement evening, and the original host had just dragged the female lead out. Song Yanrong looked at the delicate, teary-eyed omega who hadn’t yet turned vengeful: "..." "Go." Girl, let’s not mess with each other. Yet unexpectedly, Su Jia suddenly grasped her ankle and pleaded, "Take me with you." Song Yanrong: "...?" Those overly captivating eyes, brimming with tears, shook her heart. Song Yanrong admitted she was stunned. But what stunned her even more— Her legs, which should’ve been numb, could actually feel Su Jia’s touch... Song Yanrong: Maybe messing around a little wouldn’t hurt. --- Su Jia awakened. She vaguely realized she was a character in a book, destined for endless torment from the engagement night onward, carrying unfulfilled dreams of becoming an actress. Everyone praised her purity, yet everyone took advantage of her kindness—especially the Song family. Now, she was about to marry the eldest Song daughter, beginning her suffering. She’d prepared countless desperate measures, until Song Yanrong forcibly took her from the garden. Su Jia pondered—Song Yanrong was brainless, disabled, and doted on, making her easier to control. But then Song Yanrong suddenly changed her mind and tried to let her go. So Su Jia grabbed that jade-like ankle. The touch was smooth, the scent cool, yet suddenly her entire body burned as if feverish. Days after moving in with Song Yanrong, Su Jia discovered she was obsessively drawn to Song Yanrong’s pheromones—doctors diagnosed her with "pheromone addiction." She was indifferent to 99.99% of alpha pheromones, but Song Yanrong belonged to the remaining 0.01%. The cure? Either commit to one alpha for life or be marked by a compatible alpha, then forcefully detox through withdrawal. Su Jia inhaled the lingering scent on Song Yanrong’s shirt, craving laced with indifference. Of course, she chose withdrawal. --- Under media pressure, Su Jia proposed a contractual marriage. Song Yanrong, recalling the sensation in her legs, agreed. Post-marriage, she noticed her legs improved slightly each time Su Jia touched her. One day, after learning the truth, Song Yanrong fell asleep working late at the office. At night, she woke to Su Jia sitting on her wheelchair: "Why are you here?" Su Jia whispered in her ear: "To massage you." "..." As they grew closer, Song Yanrong doted on Su Jia even more, her legs healing gradually while she helped Su Jia chase her dreams. Watching Su Jia accept an award, Song Yanrong thought this life wasn’t bad—even if her wife had long since "turned dark." Until one post-auction night, holding a priceless diamond, she overheard Su Jia tell someone else: "Why would I stay trapped with her forever?" Song Yanrong pocketed the diamond and moved out. At the nation’s biggest film festival, Song Yanrong attended as an investor, paired with a rival actress on the red carpet—Su Jia’s nemesis. Su Jia strode over in a red dress, eyes frenzied. The crowd braced for a fight, only for her to burst into tears: "Wife, I can’t sleep without you." Crowd: "!!?" Are we supposed to hear this?! The crazy, delicate omega crying and overpowering the domineering alpha, blackmailing for a mark—this and that. Disabled but not abstinent gentle A vs. cunning, soft yet unhinged O ● Synopsis screenshotted. Writing quietly, reading peacefully. Rude comments will be deleted. Set in an alternate universe with societal differences. The A’s disability will heal. Topping-focused, dual POVs. Alt title: "The Domineering CEO’s Seduction Daily Life"

Everyone knows that Jiang Fan has a “white moonlight” in her heart, and that Su Zhi is nothing more than a stand-in for that woman.For two years, Su Zhi did her best to play the role of a gentle, devoted fiancée—right up until the white moonlight returned from abroad.The moment Su Zhi saw photos flooding the internet—Jiang Fan holding that woman tightly, panic written all over her face—she knew her time as the fiancée had come to an end.When she left the Jiang residence, Su Zhi took nothing but the clothes she had arrived in. Everything else, she left behind.Including the love she had never let anyone see, and the desires she had long tried to suppress.From that day on, she only wanted to live for herself.What she didn’t expect… was that the one who couldn’t let go would be Jiang Fan.—Rain poured relentlessly that night. Su Zhi looked at Jiang Fan, drenched from head to toe, standing stubbornly at her door in a state she had never seen before—utterly disheveled.Inside, a woman in a revealing nightgown walked over and casually draped an arm around Su Zhi’s shoulder, her voice soft and teasing:“Baby, who’s this?”Su Zhi was about to say she didn’t know, but Jiang Fan spoke first, her voice cold:“I’m Su Zhi’s girlfriend.”Su Zhi replied icily, “We already broke up, didn’t we?”Jiang Fan’s eyes reddened. All her pride seemed to crumble as she lowered her voice:“Zhi Zhi… come back to me, okay?”“…No.”Without a trace of emotion, Su Zhi shut the door.—A classic “chasing the wife to the crematorium” trope, with a false white moonlight.You’re the addiction I can never quit.

A young master, oblivious to his own feelings, pushes his partner away with his actions, only to realize too late that he can't live without them—a classic drama-filled "dogblood crematorium" trope. Jiang Youling, adopted by the Qin family for ten years, served five years as the personal assistant to their eldest son, Qin Yu—diligent, capable, and widely regarded as the model corporate drone. Then one day, he discovered he was living inside a novel, where Qin Yu was the male lead (gong), and he himself was the vicious supporting character destined to torment the male lead’s love interest (shou), get fired, betray company secrets, and die miserable and penniless on the streets. Jiang Youling: ? He had dedicated his life to the company, always earning top performance reviews! How could Qin Yu just fire him without proper severance? That’s illegal! But fine—this job paid well but demanded even more, and his boss was insufferable. He’d been wanting to quit anyway. After dutifully wrapping up work (and accidentally sleeping with Qin Yu on his last night), Jiang Youling took his generous severance and vanished. Early retirement at 30? Here he comes! Two years later, Jiang Youling enjoys a peaceful life in a small town—except for the unsettling feeling of being watched. Then he runs into Qin Yu. After that, "coincidences" keep throwing them together. Qin Yu acts distant, polite, never mentioning the past—until one morning, Jiang Youling wakes up pinned beneath him. "...Are you insane?" Qin Yu locks the door, eyes icy. "Took you long enough to notice." Jiang Youling finally realizes: Qin Yu hadn’t been *normal* for a long, long time. —— Qin Yu always assumed Jiang Youling would stay by his side forever. By the time he realized his own feelings, Jiang Youling had already disappeared without a trace. Life was dull. Then he saw him again. Only one thing mattered now: Bring Jiang Youling back. By any means necessary. If pretending to be normal wouldn’t work… Then he’d just lock him up so he could never leave again.

It was the fourth year Lu Mian had been by Li Xiao's side. Everyone knew Li Xiao kept this young dancer around merely as a distraction—his delicate features bore only a faint resemblance to that unattainable "white moonlight." The grand theater originally booked for Lu Mian's dance performance was casually handed over by Li Xiao to host a private banquet for his white moonlight. At the banquet, a friend joked, "People online thought you were going to Lu Mian’s show today. As if you’d ever step into some shabby place like that." "Today?" Li Xiao swirled his wine glass, indifferent as ever. "Hah, I must’ve mixed up the dates." That night, a fire broke out in a dilapidated little art gallery on the outskirts of City C. Lu Mian rushed to save others but couldn’t escape in time. The moment the flames consumed him, a dying boy in a foreign hospital suddenly regained his pulse. Three years later, a stunning adaptation of *The Phantom of the Opera* debuted, making its way to City C. On towering posters, a masked dancer’s graceful silhouette bore an uncanny resemblance to *him*. The circle had all noticed—for the past three years, Li Xiao had never once spoken Lu Mian’s name. They still remembered the obedient young dancer who answered Li Xiao’s every beck and call—until the day flames swallowed the sky. Watching the lifeless body carried from the wreckage, Li Xiao lost his mind. Hoarsely, he ordered Lu Mian to come back; Lu Mian ignored him. Coldly, he threatened that Lu Mian better never return—yet Lu Mian stayed buried in his heart, haunting him for good.

When Ye Qin indifferently handed over divorce papers, Tong Jun showed little surprise. After all, this marriage had always been a matter of convenience, and from the start, he was the one who harbored ulterior motives. He thought this would be his liberation. Yet though that person left, he planted a knife in his heart—gnawing day and night, leaving him restless and sleepless.

Eight years after her death, Shang Shiqian was unexpectedly dug up from her grave by the so-called Black Moonlight System.“You want me to seduce who?” she asked.Wei Yixian, heiress to the powerful Wei family, also happened to be her ex-wife.In the eyes of high society, their marriage had always been a business transaction. Everyone knew they were strangers bound by paperwork, and that Wei Yixian’s heart belonged to someone else.They were married for exactly one year before Shang Shiqian met a violent end.After coming back to life, Shang Shiqian discovered that Wei Yixian was actually the heroine of a second-chance romance novel. As for herself, she had been nothing more than the expendable ex-wife.Wei Yixian had always been in love with her white moonlight. When the time came to compete for her family’s inheritance, she gave up the opportunity to go abroad with her beloved and chose instead to marry into the Shang family for political gain.Because both women had a Double-C character design, Wei Yixian’s first time was written to be reserved for her true love. As the official wife, Shang Shiqian was dismissed with a careless ending.The purpose of the Black Moonlight System was straightforward. It aimed to tear apart the destined lovers, forcing them through emotional and physical turmoil until their relationship collapsed in heartbreak.Among all the possible candidates, the system chose Shang Shiqian, a woman so irrelevant in the original plot that she had never even been given a name.“You’ve got some nerve,” Shang Shiqian muttered.As a professional Go player, her biggest regret had been failing to defend her Tianyuan title. Now with a second shot at life, she was determined to reclaim her place in the competitive world of Go. She had no interest in becoming a footnote in someone else’s romance.One evening, just as she was about to step out, a drunk Wei Yixian grabbed the corner of her shirt, eyes bloodshot.“You’re leaving again? Just like eight years ago?”Shang Shiqian froze. Did my cover just get blown?

At sixteen, Ye Qingling fled the mountains and arrived alone in the big city. When she had nowhere to turn, a woman reached out to her. On the woman’s cold profile, there was a hint of tenderness. Without hesitation, Ye Qingling followed her home. From then on, Ye Qingling buried her wild pride and willingly became Shi Yu’s pet—used, toyed with, treated as a mere pastime. Later, Ye Qingling took the blow of a car accident for Shi Yu. She didn’t die, but her memories reverted to when she was sixteen. Opening her eyes, she frowned at the cold, dignified woman by her bedside: “…Who are you, lady?” Shi Yu: “？？？” Everyone in the circle knew Shi Yu was callous to the bone. Even the girl who had stayed by her side for years was discarded without a shred of remorse. Until one day, the media caught sight of the untouchably aloof Shi Yu being pinned against a car door by a certain top-tier singer, her chin gripped, her expression utterly pitiful. Ye Qingling looked down at her with a careless smile: “Director Shi, I believe we ended long ago.” With that, Ye Qingling shoved Shi Yu aside and walked away without a glance. The woman known for her icy heart—eyes red—charged into the pouring rain, disheveled, humbled to the core, just to catch up to that resolute figure ahead. That was her once-caged songbird, her once-loyal pet, the treasure she let slip, the love she carelessly lost. “Please, wait for me… A-Ling.” —— 【Wild Lone Wolf x Unattainable Flower】 Notes: 1. It feels great to mistreat your wife — until you have to go through hell to win her back. Angsty tropefest, old-school HE. 【Extremely, extremely, extremely angsty tropefest+ old-school!!!!】 2. Same-sex marriage is legal. Five-year age gap.

1. Du Nian transmigrated into an unfinished novel with the task of saving the antagonist, who had been ruined by the author. The antagonist, Fu Xiao, was cold-blooded, suspicious, and ruthlessly violent. In the early stages, he fought evenly with the male lead, but his IQ suddenly plummeted at the end, leading to betrayal and a tragic death. To save Fu Xiao, Du Nian meticulously became his "canary," whispering warnings in his ear every night, trying to make him see the true nature of those around him. When the final day arrived, Fu Xiao, who was supposed to die, stood unharmed before him. Overjoyed, Du Nian moved forward—only to be blocked. Fu Xiao shielded the traitor behind him, his gaze icy as he looked down with a chilling smile. "Hands up." "What’s wrong? Disappointed to see me alive?" 2. After the mission failed, Du Nian broke free from the ropes Fu Xiao had tied him with and jumped off the rooftop in front of him. The system gave Du Nian a second chance. He returned two years before the ending. This time, the task was easier: saving the second male lead, who had been used as a tool by the female lead. Staring at the gentle, harmless smile of the second male lead, Du Nian thought: "...Wouldn’t it have been better if you assigned me this task earlier?" 3. Rumors spread that Fu Xiao, the head of the Fu family, had gone mad searching for someone worldwide. After finding them, he groveled just to keep them by his side. The public was shocked, speculating that this person would become the Fu family’s future second master. Du Nian: Thanks, but no. I just revived, and it was by his hands that I died last time ^^

Chi Xiwen broke up with his boyfriend of two years. Heartbroken, he returned home and met a younger guy who bore a slight resemblance to his ex—phoenix eyes, a tall nose bridge, and thin lips. When the younger guy pursued him, he got swept up and said yes. A month into the relationship, Chi Xiwen went to his company to pick him up and suddenly ran into his ex—still devastatingly handsome. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. Chi Xiwen heard his boyfriend greet respectfully, "Hello, President Liang." The ex glanced at them, his gaze icy and sharp. Arm in arm with his boyfriend, Chi Xiwen asked after the ex left, "He’s your boss?" The boyfriend replied, "My older brother. Half-brother." Chi Xiwen: "??" One day, the younger guy fretted over Chi Xiwen’s birthday—what gift to buy, which restaurant to book: "999 roses airlifted from France? Italian for dinner?" The older brother, reading a newspaper nearby, didn’t look up as he deadpanned, "He prefers irises and Min cuisine. Buy him LEGO." 1. The ex (gong) is the real love interest—second chance romance. 2. The shou is a straightforward guy. 3. A notoriously hard-to-chase ice-cold gong finally meets his downfall (after the breakup, the gong snapped out of it and genuinely lost it seeing the shou with his brother). 4. [IMPORTANT] NOT a scum gong/doormat shou dynamic!! Just pure, unadulterated drama!! All misunderstandings!! The shou left proactively, ignored the gong for three years post-breakup, and even got a new beau ( )

# melodramatic sweet fluff, scumbag-turned-sugar daddy top x soft and adorable beautyFrom transaction to downfall / age gap / chasing wife, broken mirror reunited-At 18, Ruan Qiao confessed to his childhood friend and failed, then somehow ended up spending a night with a man.Only the next day did he learn that this man, with such a great waist, was actually his childhood friend’s uncle, Qin Zhuo—the rumored ruler of a business empire.Steady and handsome, noble beyond compare, almost no one could refuse him.From then on, Ruan Qiao was forced into a secret game.Qin Zhuo would leave bite marks on the back of his neck, but never kiss him.He would hold him on his lap to coax him, but never ask where his wounds came from.He would back him up and help him realize every faraway dream, but never speak of their future.Qin Zhuo was a man standing high above the clouds; everything about him was good, except that he could not love.So Ruan Qiao must not love him either.-Qin Zhuo had never liked children, and he hated trouble and coaxing people even more, until he picked up a little one at the door who cried very beautifully.He found the little guy quite interesting, able to draw, with an unrealistic sense of romance.He looked soft and harmless, but was actually a sharp-tongued little dog.Yet every time Qin Zhuo told him to be obedient, although unwilling, he would really become a little well-behaved.Then perhaps he could keep him for a long while too.A cool yet gentle, dashing yet gentlemanly son of heaven, impossible for everyone to obtain and too distant to even dare to imagine.Others said that a man like Qin Zhuo would never have true feelings.Until a rose fell into his planet.And then left again.At that moment, he suddenly did not know how to adapt.# a story about a man in power bowing his head to learn love, and an innocent child slowly transforming tooSome doting without love √ some irresistible “true香” literature √ some forceful chasing of wife √ some impossible-to-let-go √About the chasm and growth within love.

In the sweltering heat of early autumn, Xu Qingchen leaned against the lectern in a black shirt and white trousers as Su Yin came to introduce herself."Teacher."Xu Qingchen softly repeated Su Yin's name.That year, Su Yin was sixteen.True to her name, Xu Qingchen carried herself with an almost flawless elegance. In all the years that followed, Su Yin never met another woman whose grace could compare to hers.Su Yin knew Xu Qingchen didn't like students like her. She always claimed she didn't like Xu Qingchen either.But the truth was, it hurt.Later, neither of them could remember who stepped into whose world first.On the day Xu Qingchen got divorced, Su Yin stayed with her all night beside the broken ping-pong table on the school playground. The wind was cold, and they shared a single school jacket."Teacher, what's your favorite movie?""In the Mood for Love."If there were one more ticket... would you come away with me?Extra 1Xu Qingchen received another anonymous letter.Just a thin envelope.As always, she quietly slipped it into a drawer without opening it.She thought locking it away would help her forget.Instead, the more she avoided it, the louder the memories came rushing back."Xu Qingchen, why wouldn't you take this ticket? Why wouldn't you come with me?""Disgusting.""What's disgusting?""You. And this kind of love. It all disgusts me."Extra 2Xu Qingchen saw Su Yin again.In the sunlight.In the rain.In the sky.In her dreams.And in Yu Zhi's Moments.Standing on the playground where the old broken ping-pong table had long since been removed, Xu Qingchen lingered there for a long time, searching in every direction.There was nothing left.Somewhere, on an ordinary day she never noticed, Su Yin had already moved on.Those memories had slowly faded into the past.Perhaps Su Yin didn't even remember her anymore.Only Xu Qingchen was still trapped there.She finally broke down.She cried.The whole world seemed to ache with her heartbreak.Except for one person.Su Yin.Extra 3"I can't stand that you've been married before. You're dirty. Don't you get it, Xu Qingchen? You're filthy."Those words had become a thorn buried deep in Xu Qingchen's heart.She could never pull it out.When they were spoken, the other person's eyes had been filled with nothing but disgust and revulsion. If looks could kill, Xu Qingchen would have been torn apart a thousand times over.That person was none other than the love of her life.Now, Su Yin lay sleeping peacefully beside her.Xu Qingchen couldn't sleep.Before bed, she kissed Su Yin, trying every way she could to please her, wishing she could give every part of herself to the woman she loved.Su Yin only said quietly,"I'm tired."Nothing more.Xu Qingchen was left alone in the silence of the night, one thought echoing over and over in her mind.Does she think I'm dirty again?The Xu Qingchen who had once stood confidently behind the classroom podium, embodying elegance and feminine charm, was gone.Somewhere in this relationship, she had lost herself.She loved Su Yin so much.And she was terrified of losing her.She was jealous.Possessive.Overly sensitive.Prone to overthinking.Always starved for reassurance.She cried through the entire night, asking herself again and again—When did I lose who I was?Extra 4At a gala, beneath dim lights, one woman stood out from the crowd.Wearing a teal evening gown, she gently swirled the wine in her glass. Someone spoke to her, and she responded with the faintest lift of her crimson lips—graceful, aloof, untouchable.Su Yin walked over."Long time no see."The woman took a sip of wine.Her eyes were icy.Without the slightest emotion, she uttered a single word."Get lost."

A poor, muscular, and loyal top (with a face that screams "playboy") and a rich, dark-skinned Tibetan stuttering bottom (who loves big pecs and knows how to piss off his man). Both are swimmers, each other’s first love, and neither is a scumbag. Not angsty—just a hilarious "chase-your-ex" battlefield. Don’t worry! (Top: 192cm, bottom: 187cm, specializing in butterfly stroke.) **From the top's perspective:** During freshman-year winter swim training, Xiao Xing was cornered in the locker room by Yao Dong, who asked for his WeChat. They kept in touch for two and a half years, confessed at 18, and planned to meet. Xiao Xing eagerly traveled to Yao Dong’s city… but Yao Dong never showed. At the start of college, they ran into each other in an elevator. Xiao Xing overhears someone ask Yao Dong: *"You and Xiao Xing knew each other before, right?"* Yao Dong replied: *"Ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend."* Xiao Xing gritted his teeth: *"We broke up in June, reunited in September. Three months apart, and you squeezed in three more boyfriends?"* Only later, during a public speech, does Xiao Xing realize the "aloof flower" who constantly suffers from altitude sickness (and loves burying his face in Xiao Xing’s chest, whispering *"Just let me bury my face… just once…"*) is actually… a stutterer. When nervous, he can’t speak, and his brain short-circuits. *And yet this guy tried online dating. Unbelievable.* After the speech, Xiao Xing corners Yao Dong in the locker room: *"So that’s why you always kept replies short?"* Yao Dong nervously twists his fingers: *"If I-I-I t-talked t-too much, I… I’d g-get c-caught."* Xiao Xing: *"Why didn’t you show up that day?"* Yao Dong: *"I w-was…"* Xiao Xing: *"Got it."* Yao Dong: *"N-nervous."* That night, Xiao Xing re-adds his ex. A new message pops up: *[*"Wanna get back together?"*]* Xiao Xing replies without hesitation: *[*"No way. I’ve already forgotten everything about us."*]* Later that night, Xiao Xing receives a photo of Yao Dong in a skimpy swimsuit: *[*"Wanna get back together?"*]* Xiao Xing replies without hesitation: *[*"Don’t use old photos to trick me. Got anything new?"*]* Later still, Yao Dong—naked, wrapped in a blanket, covered in marks—sits on a basement bed, nibbling half a boiled corn cob while complaining: *"Next time, c-can you not take three and a h-half hours? I get h-hungry."* Xiao Xing, shirtless with scratch marks, chews the other half: *"Fine. Next time, I’ll let you sip water midway."* And when people ask Xiao Xing why he’s so tall: *"My wife’s a troublemaker. Someone’s gotta be tall enough to hold up the sky when he inevitably breaks it."* **From the bottom's perspective:** Yao Dong always knew Xiao Xing was poor. During first-grade summer swim camp, Yao Dong—escaping his awful relatives—followed Xiao Xing to collect scrap metal by day and eat cheap meals at night. He barely spoke, and Xiao Xing never noticed the five-figure amber beads around his wrist. But when Xiao Xing kept getting knocked down (and stubbornly standing back up) against bullies, Yao Dong knew: this guy would dominate anything he wanted—if the game was fair. Now, Yao Dong is determined to win him back. Even if it means diving into an abyss of injustice. **Others’ first impression of Xiao Xing:** - A face that’s dated more guys than most have seen hot men. - Shoulders like a double-door fridge. - Legs longer than his own life expectancy. - An empty wallet. So, friends advise Yao Dong: *"Why chase him? He’s broke! You’ll starve—all play, no meals."* Yao Dong shakes his head. *He doesn’t care.* Besides, Xiao Xing’s pecs are perfect for face-burying. …Until he realizes: *Oh. We actually can’t afford food.* **Notes:** - Tao Wenchang is straight—just here for the drama. - Part of a sports series, but each book stands alone. - Xiao Xing is genuinely poor top. No secret-rich-backstory BS. - No real-life inspirations for characters. - Side CP: Bai Yang × Tang Yu. - Happy ending.

After being pinned down by the heroine’s brothers, younger brothers, father, uncles, teachers, second uncle, elder uncle, and then coincidentally spotted by the heroine, the romance plot collapsed just like that. System: It’s fine. If the romance route doesn’t work, we’ll take the BL route. Xu Congyi thought about it, found no issue, and agreed. And so, one man and one system embarked on a pure love journey, forcefully carving out a BL line in countless BG novels. —— Heroine: I was so foolish. If only I hadn’t introduced Congyi to my brothers, younger brothers, father, uncles, cousins… He wouldn’t have caught their attention, nor would he have gone from being my boyfriend to my ex, my sister-in-law, my younger brother’s wife, my stepmother, my aunt, my cousin’s wife… I was so foolish, truly! The never-to-appear male lead: Darling, you still have me. ——

(1) At the age of eight, Yan Zhi was sold into the palace and became the tyrannical emperor’s eighth personal attendant. The previous seven had all been beaten to death. The thirteen-year-old tyrant pinched his cheeks and said, "If you want to survive, you must pledge loyalty to me alone in this lifetime. Dare to have disloyal thoughts, and I’ll cut you down with one stroke." Yan Zhi nodded eagerly, patting his chest, swearing unwavering loyalty to His Majesty. To survive, Yan Zhi served diligently for ten years. When the tyrant was ambushed, he stood in front and was pierced through by a sword. When the tyrant went to war, he carried weapons, never stopping, always guarding. When the tyrant was served medicine, he gulped it down in one go, letting the imperial physician test it... Turns out, the medicine wasn’t poison—it was an aphrodisiac... Every time he did these things, the tyrant rewarded him with a pastry. Crispy on the outside, crumbling with a bite, and inside, snow-white cream as soft as a cloud. He tried to share some with the tyrant, but he’d always cross his legs, wave him off, and watch him eat. Yan Zhi licked the cream from the corner of his mouth, thinking—maybe the tyrant wasn’t so "tyrannical" after all. He was just bullied by bad people, just like how back home, his father and stepmother always bullied him. Oh, and the tyrant had a name—Xiao Cuan. As he ate his cream puff, staring at Xiao Cuan, he chanted in his heart over and over: *"Xiao Cuan, great guy! Xiao Cuan, great guy!"* (2) When Yan Zhi turned eighteen, Xiao Cuan purged all opposition, cleansed the court, conquered enemy nations, and unified the realm. It was also time to select consorts, establish an empress, and fill the harem. Yan Zhi dared not protest, accompanying Xiao Cuan through the initial, secondary, and final interviews. Xiao Cuan grabbed his hand and forced him to choose from the candidates—who would be his future master. On the empress coronation day, red silk draped the palace. Yan Zhi finally couldn’t hold back. Clutching the crimson wedding robes, he gazed at Xiao Cuan with pleading eyes. Before he could speak, his vision blurred with tears. Xiao Cuan gripped his chin, amused. "You want to be empress, too? To be empress, you need *‘Power 90, Talent 90.’* Even as a consort, it’s *‘Power 80, Talent 80.’* What can you do? Wait here obediently. I’ll bring you a cream puff when I return." He turned away, casually throwing on everyday robes, and attended the coronation as usual. Yan Zhi didn’t understand. He only felt his heart ache—ache so badly he could die. So he ran. (3) The day he was caught and brought back, Xiao Cuan locked him in the imperial bedchamber. Before him towered a mountain of cream puffs. Xiao Cuan kneeled on one knee, splitting a puff open and smearing cream on Yan Zhi’s lips. "Zhi-Zhi, take a bite. One bite, and the affection meter will refill." Yan Zhi looked up at the empty red bar floating above his head and seemed to grasp something. So this was the world as His Majesty saw it. So he... was never a great guy at all. *Initial, secondary, and final interviews: first interview, second interview, final round* · Old-school melodramatic novel where the husband grovels to win back his wife · The top is a transmigrator but pure in body and mind · The bottom will gain a career and friendships that drive the top to deadly jealousy; The top will pay with his life to win him back.

Ji Yu is a Beta. Not only is his gender stuck in the middle ground between Alpha and Omega, but he isn’t even outstanding among fellow Betas. He goes to work diligently every day, forced to accept tasks others dump on him. He is so ordinary that “honesty” is the only thing that could grudgingly be called a merit.And yet, such a person married the Top Alpha, Shang Yuanzhou.Standing at 190cm with an inverted triangle physique and a “public dog” waist, Shang Yuanzhou is a walking hormone who captivates both men and women alike—to say nothing of his immense family fortune.Everyone says Ji Yu hit the jackpot. They are so consumed by envy that they wish they could stare two holes into him to see exactly what attracted Shang Yuanzhou. Only Ji Yu keeps their contract firmly in mind, understanding that this is all just a show.As a seasoned corporate s*ave, Ji Yu isn’t good at much, but he is an expert at following contracts.Do not interfere with Shang Yuanzhou’s life.Required for acting in public, never initiate physical contact with Shang Yuanzhou.Prohibit…Ji Yu follows every rule and regulation perfectly. However, while living with Shang Yuanzhou, small things begin to trouble him. His undergarments are frequently thrown away as “rags” by the cleaning lady; the water heater in his room breaks every few days; and the air conditioner’s heating always seems to malfunction.Fortunately, Ji Yu works hard to overcome these obstacles. He washes his clothes as soon as he takes them off, and if the AC breaks, he can just sleep on the living room sofa.He thought everything would go according to plan—until Shang Yuanzhou was drugged during a business social. The Alpha became so fierce it made the poor Beta’s legs go weak, and a bloody bite mark was left on Ji Yu’s slender nape.Before the contract could expire, the Alpha—who usually holds the heavens in his hand—tore it to shreds and bowed his head for the first time: “Wife, please don’t divorce me, okay?”Everyone said Ji Yu wasn’t worthy of Shang Yuanzhou. Only Shang Yuanzhou knew what kind of shameful possessiveness, excessive voyeurism, and suffocating desire for control he harbored for Ji Yu.Betas are neither as powerful as Alphas nor as beautiful as Omegas, but they are not troubled by pheromones; they are born free. And Shang Yuanzhou hates a Beta’s freedom most of all. From the moment this poor corporate s*ave met Shang Yuanzhou, his nape was destined to bear bite marks forever—some deep, some shallow, new ones overlapping the old—with no hope of escape.

Obsession and Plunder | Over-the-top Drama | "Chasing Wife to the Crematorium" Before fifteen, Xia Li was a privileged darling of fate. After fifteen, he became his parents' bargaining chip in their quest for wealth and power. Xu Zhijing was Xia Li's childhood friend, playmate, lover—and the nightmare he couldn't escape. Xia Li was—Xu Zhijing's meticulously pampered ragdoll cat. --- "Mom, can you let Xia Li come back to play with me?" "Consider it this year's birthday gift—just give Xia Li to me." All it took was one Xia Li to save their crumbling business. The Xia family couldn't refuse the Xu family's terms. In less than a month, the crisis turned into a heart-stopping opportunity. All it cost was one Xia Li. Docile, obedient, not-so-beloved Xia Li. "Xia Li, if you just behave, Mom will bring you home soon." From that day on, Xia Li became Xu Zhijing's possession—untouchable, unstealable. --- Arrogantly, Xu Zhijing believed Xia Li would forever remain his string-pulled puppet. But those who truly want to flee can never be caged. On an ordinary night, Xia Li vanished completely. Even after Xu Zhijing turned the city upside down, he couldn't find him again. Their reunion came three years later. A familiar figure abruptly crashed into his vision. As the banquet ended, Xu Zhijing watched helplessly as Xia Li climbed into a Phantom with another man. He had lied to himself for three years—his so-called lingering feelings were just unwillingness to let go. Yet all pretense shattered the moment Xia Li reappeared. Xu Zhijing burned with jealousy, fury, his polished facade crumbling. Uncontrollably, he chased after them, seizing Xia Li's wrist and pinning the object of his obsession once more into a shadowed corner. "Is this all you're capable of?!" "If this is all it takes, why did you even run from me?" --- Three years later, Xia Li was no longer the flustered boy he once was. He turned, slowly pulling his fingers free from the other's grip. "Xu Zhijing." "Between us… isn’t it already over?"

After his demise, Xue Fuguang realized that he was merely a dispensable character in a novel, born to elevate Xu Jin by cushioning his falls, shielding him from disasters, and accentuating his presence like a sewer rat.From the lofty status of a prince’s son, he plummeted to a prisoner, and the execution of more than five hundred members of his household was the protagonist’s gift.Awakening one day, Xue Fuguang found himself reborn, back to the eve of his family’s downfall and the impending seizure of their property.He resolved to fight against the plot by any means necessary.Xue Fuguang had a shadow guard by his side, a spy from the Ying dynasty infiltrated into the Jing country.This man surfaced at pivotal moments in the story, nearly defeating the protagonist, Xu Jin, and remaining unfazed by him.Xue Fuguang believed that changing the fate of his family and contending against the plot’s turning points depended on this man, so he spared no effort in winning him over.Winning him over went surprisingly smoothly. If Xue Fuguang told him to go east, he wouldn’t go west; if told to set a fire, he wouldn’t harm a soul, displaying a startling level of obedience.He asked the spy, “What do you desire? Whatever it is, I shall grant it.”The man, with his head bowed and hands clenched, dared not look at him. After a long pause, his voice hoarse, he replied, “I desire nothing.” His loyalty was indeed unwavering.As time passed, even Xue Fuguang began to believe in this man’s absolute loyalty. Just when he started to feel remorse for using him,He suddenly saw a familiar embroidered sock fall from the man’s embrace — one that he had lost a long time ago.