After I Transmigrate into a Book, I Decide to Cling to the Villain

Ji Zhiyu transmigrated into a book, a tacky male-oriented business-warfare novel.

The good news: He’d become one of the good guys.

Ji Zhiyu: Cheers!

The bad news: He was the short-lived husband of Lu Tingshen, a ruthless villain.

Ji Zhiyu: Heaven, why are you treating me like a Japanese person?...

By the time Ji Zhiyu transmigrated into the book, he was already engaged to the evil villain.

Ji Zhiyu decided to lie flat: Whatever. My life’s a mess anyway. Might as well make the best of it wherever I am.

The villain on their first day of marriage: “There’s a million in the account. That’s your spending money. Don’t bother me unless you have to.”

Ji Zhiyu: “Honey, is this a good way to mop the floor?”

Ji Zhiyu looked after Lu Tingshen as if he were caring for his own elderly father. He vowed to be the villainous big shot’s most devoted lackey, never noticing how strangely the wheelchair-bound villain was looking at him.

After Lu Tingshen was set up in a car accident, he stopped trusting anyone, including the husband the old family mansion had foisted on him.

Before the wedding: “If Ji Zhiyu leaves, there’ll be Li Zhiyu and Wang Zhiyu. At least this one’s easy on the eyes. He’ll make a decent ornament.”

After the wedding: “Ji Zhiyu is Ji Zhiyu. No one can take his place.”