Only One of My Archrival and Me Can Survive

Jiang Wei is an utterly ordinary young master who has given up on everything. One day, his father loses a business deal worth tens of millions after someone sabotages him behind the scenes.

He meets the other company's boss's son, Lu Yaoye.

Lu Yaoye... Why does that name sound so familiar?

Then he remembers: at the city's interschool high school basketball tournament, he and Lu Yaoye's team tied. Lu Yaoye was their team captain.

What a small world.

For some reason, the day Jiang Wei meets Lu Yaoye, a sudden storm breaks out. Lightning flashes and thunder booms, and the sky goes dark in an instant.

When they wake up, Jiang Wei and Lu Yaoye have been pulled into a mysterious, illusory world.

System: [Welcome to the game system.]

System: [Mission: Kill the other person to survive and leave this place.]

Jiang Wei: A murder game... Is this my chance for revenge?

Lu Yaoye: Only one of us can survive? Interesting.

When the two look at each other, their eyes hold nothing but murderous intent and hatred.

Before curiosity comes the other guy's fist.

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1v1, two equally matched strong leads / evenly matched / mutual hatred. A short-tempered bottom and a cold-faced top.

At first, they both try to kill each other. Only when death is at their door do they realize it's love.

Here's a teaser for my next long novel, a sweet romance.

Powerful, gentle Daddy top X frail, sweet beauty bottom. (The top is 11 years older.)

Lu Shiying is mature, steady, refined, and aloof. He is the crown prince of Jiangcheng, with assets worth hundreds of billions, and the sole heir to the Shiying Group. He took over the company at sixteen and became its highest authority.

Jiang Ci has been frail since childhood due to a blood-clotting disorder. When he was five, his parents died in a plane crash, and he was left in the care of his elderly grandfather. He was always getting sick.

Jiang Ci's father and Lu Shiying's father were brothers who had risked their lives for each other. Jiang's father had even saved Lu's father's life. In return, Lu's father asked his son to bring the Jiang family's child home and raise him.

Lu Shiying was sixteen the first time he met him. The little guy was only five.

“Daddy.” The five-year-old wrapped his arms around Lu Shiying's leg. No wonder his name was Jiang Ci: he was as soft as a little rice cake.

Lu Shiying crouched down and gently stroked the wisps of hair on his head. The last time he'd seen the little guy, he was only two. Now that he had lost his closest family, he was truly pitiful. “Call me big brother.”

Jiang Ci rubbed his little head against Lu Shiying's leg. “Daddy.”

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Lu Shiying never imagined that a tiny cut would land his little brother in the hospital. The child cried so hard while he was hospitalized, taking medicine and getting injections, that Lu Shiying began keeping him under close watch from then on.

The eldest young master of the Lu family started learning to cook because he didn't want Jiang Ci eating food from outside.

The young master, who had never lifted a finger around the house, personally bathed the little one, dressed him, and took him to school. He didn't trust anyone else to do it.

When the weather turned cold, Jiang Ci was wearing too little. Lu Shiying suddenly showed up at his school during class, and the principal came out to greet him personally. But all the eldest young master Lu did was bring clothes and bundle his little brother into a heavy padded coat and scarf.

Jiang Ci's blood-clotting disorder meant he often got sick and needed medicine, so he had to be watched with special care.

That was why Lu Shiying assigned him two bodyguards. They followed the little one to and from class, reporting back to President Lu every moment of the day.

When Jiang Ci got home, he stood beside the man and said, “Big brother, I want to learn taekwondo.”

Lu Shiying looked at the little guy in front of him, afraid he'd get hurt, and said, “Learn it in bed.”

Jiang Ci: “??”

A week later, a custom-made ten-meter-long bed was installed on the third floor of the villa. Jiang Ci stared at it with wide eyes.

Lu Shiying held power over the world. Many prominent families wanted to marry into his family, but no one knew how deep and calculating his thoughts were. He publicly declared that he would never marry.

Until the day Jiang Ci turned eighteen, when Lu Shiying announced to the world that this was his wife.

On their wedding night, Jiang Ci sat obediently beside him and asked, “Big brother, are we going to sleep now?”

Lu Shiying took his chin and looked straight at him. “You called me the wrong thing.”

Jiang Ci shivered and called out timidly, “Daddy...”

Theme: As long as you live well, any kind of life will do.