A sickly, wooden Immortal Lord disguised as a man × a sweet-faced, dark-hearted, dangerously unhinged Demon God
Shen Qingyan accidentally transmigrates into the role of a villainous master. To stay alive and make it home, she raises the male lead like her own kid. But before long, the way he looks at her starts to feel a little off.
Shen Qingyan: This child is badly hurt. Give him the best pills we have.
Ling Xinghe: That hypocrite is pretending to be nice again. He's definitely plotting something behind my back.
Shen Qingyan (screaming): How did this red string of fate get tied around my hand? This is supposed to be the start of the male and female leads' destined bond!
Ling Xinghe (gritting his teeth): You old bastard, you're truly vicious. Now I can't kill him like this.
After collecting the divine artifacts, she gets ready to go home, only to discover that the tragic young lord in the vision is herself. Shen Qingyan feels her whole world collapse. She can't go home,
and that damned old geezer is still messing with her, watching her dance around in a script whose ending is already set.
How could she stand for that? She throws herself into breaking free of fate, never realizing that rumors of a romance between her and Ling Xinghe are spreading.
Shen Qingyan: Nonsense. We're clearly just friends, the kind who make a great teacher and student.
Everyone (peeking): Exactly, lip-level friends. Look, they're practically kissing.
Ling Xinghe (smiling faintly): If you ruin the wait of tens of thousands of years, you're all done for!
