Whose Poor Little Darling Is This? Oh, It’s Mine

[Two Male Leads + Transmigration to Another World + System + Mild Angst and Healing + Happy Ending]

A pitiful, insecure receiver × a devoted, nurturing giver

“There are livestreams and scrolling comments.” “Angsty early on, sweet later.”

He was a useless Omega from the stars, branded on the back of his neck with a hot iron. When he tried to kill himself, the System threw him into the modern world.

Black fans mocked the crescent-shaped scar on his palm, calling it “disgusting” and accusing him of “playing the victim for sympathy.” When he livestreamed, no one believed him even when he was in so much pain that he coughed up blood.

Later, when Luo Tian livestreamed himself cooking in an apron,

the comments read:

“Ahhh! Feed me, hubby!”

“Sweetheart, my mom says I'm drooling into the pot!”

A certain domineering CEO got so jealous he could barely stand it, and carried him right off camera.

Cheng Buji: “He's mine!”

From a castoff among the stars to a darling cradled in a CEO's arms, the scar on his palm became his personal badge of honor. And the words “I'll take responsibility for healing you” were the sweetest lie he'd ever heard…

[I'm not great at writing blurbs, so just jump into the story! This is a healing story, so proceed with caution if that's not your thing!]