After My Boss Started Hounding Me

Shen Wei x Fang Songnian

A slow-witted, earnest bottom x a cold, gloomy top

Shen Wei had spent three years struggling in the entertainment industry. He had no buzz, no fans, and no connections. When he finally worked up the nerve to take a less-than-honorable route, the other guy put his pants back on and refused to take responsibility.

What a bummer.

He'd heard Fang Songnian was the industry's most sought-after target for sneaking into someone's bed. Nobody had managed it yet, but if he was going to make a move, he might as well aim high!

He even forced down two liang of strong white liquor before daring to crawl into the man's bed.

After half a night's hard work, he went in headfirst and came out covering his butt.

Damn it, why didn't anyone tell him it was that big?

He covered his poor, battered butt and waited at home for two weeks. The domineering CEO who was supposed to lift him to stardom never showed up. Instead, he got a quiet industry blacklist notice.

Shen Wei: Wait, what?? Nobody told me the plot was going to develop like this!

When his friend came to visit, Shen Wei was burning incense to mourn his own butt. As a bonus, he was sticking pins into a little effigy of President Fang, who'd taken what he wanted and done nothing else.

His friend fell silent. "That doesn't make sense... Didn't you two say anything after you slept together?"

Shen Wei was baffled. "Say what? Isn't the procedure for sneaking into someone's bed to crawl in from the foot of the bed, finish up, then sneak out through the underground parking garage and take the room's trash with you?"

"..."

"You didn't give your name or show your face. How was he supposed to know who he'd slept with?!"

Good news: He'd snuck into the bed of a big shot.

Bad news: He'd become a selfless benefactor.

-

Fang Songnian had been feeling a little frustrated lately.

The bad news: Someone had taken advantage of him.

The worse news: The person who'd taken advantage of him had kept the lights off, said nothing, and run away the moment it was over.

Fang Songnian was fuming. His chastity was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. How could he have lost it so inexplicably?!

But when Fang Songnian finally caught the bastard, the guy gave him a look that said: Who are you? I don't know you. I've never seen you before. You must be mistaken.

Fang Songnian: ...

In desperation, he grabbed the man's wrist and gritted his teeth. "You've already touched me. Nobody will want me now! If you've touched me, how can you go touching anyone else?"

-

Shen Wei couldn't understand.

He and Fang Songnian were supposed to have a simple arrangement: one wanted connections, the other wanted a butt. So why was this man not only dictating what he could act in, but also controlling everything from who he could hang out with to who he could kiss on camera?

One moment, Shen Wei was selling his on-screen chemistry with a costar on a variety show.

The next, Fang Songnian's account had posted a music recommendation.

"Too Much"

"Love Like the Tide"

No, this wasn't how the plot was supposed to go!

Nobody told him sneaking into a sugar daddy's bed meant you had to take responsibility for him!!

----Dear readers, take a look at my upcoming story! The Beautiful Widow After Her Husband Dies

Liang Zhixing x Fang Chu

A gloomy, real male ghost x an innocent young master

Fang Chu had only two words in his life plan: enjoy himself.

His parents spoiled him, and his older brother doted on him. His next goal was to find a husband who would cater to his every whim.

He was lucky. He found one, and her husband was handsome and rich, too.

And then.

His husband died.

At the funeral, Fang Chu sobbed and sniffled as if his heart would break. As soon as his husband was buried, he hurried overseas with his inheritance.

How could getting rich and becoming a widower happen at the same time?

Then one midnight, in a dream unlike any he'd had before, Young Master Fang dreamed of a beautiful man with a bare chest and absolutely no regard for chastity. The man grabbed his long-life-lock necklace and refused to let him go, gritting his teeth as he said, "Fang Chu, how can you be living so well without me taking care of you?"

Fang Chu blinked. The man seemed familiar, but he couldn't place him. "Big brother, were you one of my old bodyguards?"

The ghost who'd appeared in his dream nearly ground his teeth to dust. "I'm your damn husband!"

Those words startled Fang Chu awake.

His heart pounded in his chest, and it took him ages to catch his breath.

"That scared me to death... My husband's been dead for ages. How could I have a husband? Maybe I should ask Mom and Dad to find me another one. Sleeping alone is still too dangerous..." Fang Chu mumbled as he hesitantly typed on his phone.

The neglected ghost beside him: ...

-

After the Fang family young master became a widower, prospective husbands volunteering to "take his late husband's place" nearly wore out the family's doorstep.

Normally, people would avoid a situation like this, but the Fang family was huge and powerful. A match with them was a real catch!

But when the suitors arrived, they discovered that Young Master Fang's room was remarkably strange.

The living-room ceiling, the corners, and even the walls were covered in mirrors.

The Fang family's delicate young master sat alone, his lips so vivid they seemed to burn, his cheeks so pale they looked lifeless.

A breeze from nowhere billowed his clothes, as if an invisible hand were up to no good inside them.

"Would you marry me? I-I already have a husband. He's standing behind you." The young master's voice was soft and gentle, but it trembled for some inexplicable reason.

Yet in the vast living room, there was no third person in sight.

-

In the end, Fang Chu didn't give up on finding a new husband.

After all, his life plan was to spend his parents' money as a child, his older brother's money as an adult, and his husband's money after getting married.

Now that he had no husband, his life was incomplete!

How could that be allowed?

Fang Chu proceeded cautiously, making his plans in secret.

At last, he met a new blind date.

He was the son of his parents' friends, a witty and charming man with a very healthy bank balance.

Fang Chu was quite satisfied, if only a certain ghost weren't unbuckling his pants while slipping a finger inside him.

"Excuse me, I-I need to use the restroom..."

His front foot had barely entered the stall when the restroom door slammed shut behind him.

Fang Chu's legs went weak with fear. "B-Big brother... we're already..."

Before he could finish, the other man gripped his chin and pinned him against the door. Fingers cold as ice worked his lips and tongue until they were wet.

Fang Chu couldn't fight back. He begged incoherently, calling him husband, daddy, and big brother, not caring what came out of his mouth.

"Fang Chu, I died. I didn't divorce you."

"Why don't you go back out there like this and introduce me properly to your new husband?"

"Tell him clearly: am I your big brother, your daddy, or your old husband?"

Theme: Focus on yourself, starting with me