After the Frail, Pitiful One Was Deceived by the Demon Lord

At a gathering of the Immortal Alliance, Qiongtang Mountain Sect unexpectedly finds the former sect leader’s long-lost posthumous child.

The baby who once wailed in his swaddling clothes has grown into an adult and married a mortal. The young couple support each other through thick and thin.

Wu Zhao has been raised by this mortal to be timid and frail. He has never even touched the stove, but the entire sect is still overjoyed, announcing the happy news to all three realms.

The wedding feast lasts seven days and seven nights. From the sect leader to the youngest Fifth Senior Brother, everyone at Qiongtang Mountain Sect is beaming.

Unfortunately, good times don’t last. The celebration ends, and trouble begins.

First, Fifth Senior Brother, who went down the mountain to buy flatbread, stumbles through the gate and shouts, “This is terrible! I heard that the great demon who butchered three cities and refined more than a thousand people alive a few years ago has come to our area! What does he want?!”

At the time, Wu Zhao’s husband has just made the bed for him and lifted him from the couch. Wu Zhao nuzzles against his husband’s arms, not at all concerned.

If the sky falls, Master will hold it up. And if not, there’s still his husband. So what if it’s a demon?

Later, Qiongtang Mountain receives pleas for help from nearby mortals. They say they’ve seen several unidentified corpses lately, and suspect the demon is responsible.

While the three realms hold an emergency meeting late into the night to prepare a united campaign against the demon, Wu Zhao is draped over his husband’s shoulder, peeking about like a curious kitten.

“I’ve got a few little red bumps on my back. Do you think it’s because of my clothes?”

“I just realized how ugly the color of these clothes is.”

“And the pattern’s ugly too…”

His husband doesn’t say a word. He warms up some limited-edition pastries he bought early that morning, only a few hundred made each day, then takes Wu Zhao by the hand and leads him back to their room. He lights a lamp, takes out a piece of new fabric, and sits down to cut it.

Leaning against his husband’s back as he eats the pastries, Wu Zhao thinks, It’s so nice to have a husband.

*

It’s so nice to have a husband.

Is it really?

Waking up in the middle of the night to go to the kitchen, Wu Zhao stares blankly at his mortal husband, who has crushed a man’s heart with his bare hands. That is the only thought in his mind.

“…” Nice my ass!

He only wanted a late-night snack. How could he have seen something like this?!

Wu Zhao, who has been pampered into idleness, is so frightened that five of his seven souls nearly fly out of his body. He throws a robe over his loose hair and stumbles off, stopping everyone he passes to tell them what he just saw.

But Second Senior Sister gives him a fond look. “Little Junior Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?”

First Senior Brother doesn’t even hear him out before grabbing his sword and running off. “Things have been dangerous lately. Hurry back to your room and find Bojun. I have important business to take care of.”

Wu Zhao talks until his mouth is dry, but not one person in the vast Qiongtang Mountain Sect believes him.

Deep in the night, Wu Zhao returns to his room in a daze. His husband, who has also just returned, comes over and brushes the dust off his legs.

As he does, Wu Zhao lowers his eyes and catches sight of a drop of blood still clinging to the back of his husband’s hand.

He’s on the verge of tears.

I keep telling you that the demon you’re all looking for is my husband. Why won’t you believe me?!

*Size difference, sc, happy ending

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The Bookworm in the Top Alpha’s Villa

On his first day in the big city, Ying Chiran has only three hundred yuan in his pocket. He’s a dirt-poor country bumpkin.

But he never feels inferior. He firmly believes that education can change your destiny, and that even a scruffy chicken can become a golden phoenix.

By chance, he saves an alpha from drowning. His textbook-perfect first aid earns him a job offer from the medical department of a military academy.

His job is to assist the doctors and occasionally bandage the military cadets injured in training.

An opportunity for promotion soon comes along. The academy’s few top-tier alphas have reportedly returned to campus.

Ying Chiran is recommended for a position as a private physician in the heirs’ exclusive standalone villa.

The heirs are haughty and have terrible tempers, but at least they’re rich. If he puts in some effort and gets on their good side, won’t he be set for life?

Unfortunately, Ying Chiran is a bookworm who believes studying matters more than life itself. Surely he won’t know what to do with this windfall.

On the night a friend visits Ying Chiran, he’s folding clothes for one of the heirs.

His friend is so furious that smoke seems to be pouring out of his head. “You’re there to work, not to be their servant!”

Ying Chiran doesn’t say a word. He’s clutching a newly acquired collector’s edition exam book.

Later, the two go out to eat. They’ve barely taken a couple of bites when Ying Chiran’s phone starts buzzing. His friend glances over and catches a disgusting message on the screen: “You naughty little wife, I miss you. The bed you sat on yesterday still smells like you. I can’t bring myself to wash it.”

Friend: ?!?!

Faced with his friend’s battle-ready expression, Ying Chiran’s eyes fill with longing as he good-naturedly explains, “It’s just a pet name. Once he’s had his fun calling me that, he’ll let me sit in on Professor Chen’s lecture for free.”

Friend: …No, this clearly isn’t just about a pet name, is it?

But none of that is the main event.

The main event happens on a rainy night. As his friend passes the military district office, he sees Ying Chiran being held in one of the heirs’ arms. Beneath the hem of his clothes, a bulge is showing.

A b-b-bulge.

His friend erupts. “Are you an idiot? His hand’s inside your clothes and you’re not even fighting back? This is a crime!”

Ying Chiran tilts his head. “But he said he could get me the top student in the physics department’s revision notes.”

His expression says, But those are the top student’s notes!

Friend: “You’re hopeless!”

Qin Liao is a reporter for Phiros TV, and a hometown boy from the same county as Ying Chiran, considered its pride and joy.

They grew up together and are very close. Their parents even arranged a childhood betrothal for them.

One day, Qin Liao gets an assignment to interview the residents of the standalone villa. Thinking he’ll soon see his secret crush, he’s so happy he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

But the moment he steps inside, his smile freezes.

The camera shakes. The alphas in the villa are lounging around. One is taking off his clothes, another is sitting with his legs crossed and looking at his phone, and someone else is drinking water… Every single one of them looks unbelievably foul-tempered.

Qin Liao stiffly carries the camera deeper into the hallway.

He looks up and sees a tall, muscular figure apparently enjoying a soul-shaking pleasure. Even his Achilles tendons are taut. His hands are pressing hard against someone’s back, rubbing vigorously, making the long, slender legs hooked around his waist tremble too.

The alpha is blocking him so thoroughly that Qin Liao has to look very closely to catch the glimpse of a beautiful, distinctive face peeking out over his shoulder.

One look is all it takes to make Qin Liao feel as though he’s plunged into an icy abyss.

After quite some time, Ying Chiran slides limply out of the man’s arms. His face is flushed red, and he looks as if he can barely catch his breath. But when he feels the out-of-print exercise book in his hand, his lips curl into a smile again.

He dusts off the cover and stands up. Then he sees Qin Liao and blinks in confusion.

“Huh? What are you doing here?”

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If you want to seduce a bookworm, designer brands, custom-made clothes, and fancy cars or watches won’t work. But just hold up an exercise book that’s supposedly out of print, crook a finger, and he’ll come running to you.

Theme: World peace