I Didn't Mean to Toy with the Brooding Big Shot

Rong Qiu had wanted to be rich ever since he was little.

But...

Get a job? Too exhausting.

Start a business? No talent for it.

Push his parents to work harder so he could be a rich second-generation kid? He'd just finished holding a funeral for his only family member.

When he was about to starve to death, a kind person suggested:

With a face like yours, why not go to a big city and become a male model?

Rong Qiu's eyes lit up. "Sure, sure!"

He packed up and headed to the city.

Rong Qiu's first attempt at hitting on a rich woman failed spectacularly!

But a rich young master took a liking to him.

The rich young master asked about his past. Rong Qiu thought for a moment, then started making things up: "I'm actually 38. I only do this because I have no choice..."

"I spent all my savings treating my parents, then my ex-wife suddenly sent the kid back to the country. Kindergarten tuition is just so..."

Tears fell from his eyes. "Expensive."

Sure enough, the rich young master took pity on him. He believed every word, took him home to eat and drink, and let him use his black card as much as he liked.

But in his third month in the city, Rong Qiu got a chance to marry into a wealthy family.

Rich young master or wealthy family? Did he even need to ask?

Holding his phone, he blocked the other man. "Sorry, Fu Xichen. I don't want to be with you anymore."

He happily got his marriage certificate. He didn't care that his husband hadn't even shown up, and enjoyed the life of a rich person to the fullest.

Until...

Rong Qiu asked in a strained voice, "You mean my husband's name is Fu Xichen?"

Rong Qiu's legs trembled. "Fu Xichen doesn't know he's married? You were the one who arranged it, Grandpa?"

Rong Qiu collapsed to the floor in despair. "Fu Xichen is now breaking with his family and nearly driving the Fu family into bankruptcy for the sake of a single dad with a kid?"

Just then, the landline in the new house rang.

A familiar voice spoke, sinister and cold: "Come downstairs."

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"I was wrong. I didn't mean to. Forgive me, waah..." Rong Qiu was practically going mad. He'd been forced through every movie plot imaginable, and he'd lost count of how many times he'd died and come back to life.

A hand cupped his tear-streaked, pitiful face from behind. The man wore an impassive expression. "If you know you were wrong, what should you say?"

"P-please, let's eat..."

"Wrong." The man's voice was deep and cold as his large hand came down hard. "This time, the line is: Go out onto the balcony."

One-on-one, both pure and each other's first love.

The bottom is 23, the top is 29.

My next novel is an ancient-style BL, "I Couldn't Possibly Be in a Love Polygon."

Yue Hensheng transmigrates into the game "Emperor Simulator" and becomes a male courtesan who's about to be forced to serve a client.

Yue Hensheng: "?"

What is going on?! Wasn't he supposed to transmigrate and become the emperor?

At the crucial moment, the System arrives. "Your Majesty, your humble System was too late to save you!"

Yue Hensheng is overjoyed and slaps the brothel keeper to the ground. "You've arrived just in time! These rebels dared to bully me. Execute their entire clans!"

System: "...But Your Majesty, your emperor's body is thousands of miles away in the capital. Right now, you're just an ordinary male courtesan."

Seeing the brothel keeper scramble to his feet in a rage and summon a crowd of vicious-looking men to surround him, Yue Hensheng flees for his life. "Why didn't you say so sooner? Aah! You bold commoners, stop chasing me! Spare me!"

Rong Huan returns to court after winning a battle and encounters a young man on the way. His eyes are clear as water, and he begs Rong Huan to take him back to the capital.

The deputy general suspects the young man is trying to curry favor and wants to abandon him. Rong Huan coldly refuses, saying he's only giving the young man a ride. Yet that night, he can't help thinking of the young man's flushed eyes.

After spending a month together on the road, Rong Huan has already decided to marry the young man.

But during the imperial hunt, Rong Huan arrives too late and watches in despair as the emperor carries the young man away.

*

Yue Hensheng's real body is handsome, but he has no status or connections and is always looked down on in the capital.

"He'd make a fine little songbird in the palm, there to be teased and serve at all hours," one privileged young man says frivolously.

Would Yue Hensheng put up with that?

During the imperial hunt, someone harasses his real body. The emperor draws his bow and fires an arrow, then stands in front of him to protect him with domineering flair. "How dare you look down on my empress?"

The secret identity is the emperor, and the real body is the empress. That way, neither body has to put up with anything. Heh heh.

Oh, and that great general who escorted him deserves a generous reward. Have him summoned to the Golden Hall.

Yue Hensheng takes a sip of the sweet soup an empress NPC brought him and asks, "My dear subject, you did a fine job escorting the empress. What reward would you like?"

His great general gazes at him intently, eyes full of loyalty, and even turns red-eyed with emotion. "I... was only doing my duty. No reward is necessary."

Yue Hensheng beams and opens the minister panel to check the general's preferences.

To his horror, he discovers that the more loyal his general is, the faster his rebellious intentions are rising.

The top is playing the script of an immoral, forbidden romance with one person, bitterly hating the emperor for stealing his beloved and refusing to give him exclusive affection.

P.S. The bottom has one soul and two bodies. The emperor's body is basically a puppet controlled by his mind, and all the imperial consorts are NPC data, not real people.

Later on, people's memories will become blurred, and the protagonist will officially become the emperor.

One-on-one, both pure.

Theme: Make friends in good faith and live together in peace.