The Cannon Fodder Doesn't Want to Be Cannon Fodder

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“A Pekingese is a clingy, stubborn, and pretty little dog.”

“He really is still young, but that’s all right. I’ll teach him everything, from the ways of the court and the cruelty of the world to the gulfs between people’s hearts.”

Li Weizhi transmigrated into a book.

He became a cannon-fodder character who was written out before the first three hundred words were up. From the start, his cheap father sent him to be the villain’s male pet.

A male pet… A male pet?

Li Weizhi declared: “I have to preserve my virtue!”

He steeled himself and stepped into the room. There sat the ruthless villain he’d heard so much about, behind a desk, holding a scroll in long, pale fingers. His features were gentle, and when he looked up at Li Weizhi, he was like winter snow melting at the first touch of spring, peach blossoms drifting along a stream. In an instant, all sound seemed to fade away, while Li Weizhi’s pounding heartbeat roared in his ears.

What was virtue, anyway? Could you eat it?

Li Weizhi’s legs went weak, and the next moment he smoothly dropped to his knees. “My lord, I’m willing!”

Pei Heng paused slightly.

Li Weizhi added, “…I mean, I’m willing to be your male pet.”

The great villain showed little interest. “.” The sickly-looking child in front of him wore a fawning smile. “My lord, I’ll be very obedient. I won’t compete for your favor or ask for a title. I only want to stay by your side and serve you.”

Pale amber eyes, curls at the ends of his hair: he looked just like a little dog wagging its tail and begging for affection.

A little Pekingese.

Pei Heng made no comment.

The young master of the Li family was a notorious useless fool, no good at either letters or martial arts, a sickly little thing with few years left to live. He had a foreign-looking face and was disliked by everyone.

Who would have thought that after entering the Pei residence, he’d live in such comfort?

Even Pei Chongli, so cold and unfeeling, kept him in his arms every day and coaxed him.

There were plenty of beauties in Lord Pei’s household, and even his favorite was no more than a little pet to him. But those who’d mocked Li Weizhi never got to see him become a stray dog. Instead, Li Weizhi solved one murder case after another, his scummy father begged him to come home, and countless people tried to court him, openly or on the sly.

Rumors continued to swirl around the capital. Pei Chongli went on personally tending to the child in every little matter, as if he adored him. But when a friend once asked him about it, he only laughed softly. “It’s just something to pass the time.”

Li Weizhi froze outside the door. He remembered the villain’s tangled romance with the heroine in the original book, as well as the many times Pei Chongli had tried to get rid of him. Knowing the plot couldn’t be changed, his eyes filled with tears. He immediately packed up his money and valuables, then ran away.

The times were turbulent, and refugees scattered in every direction. In less than half a month, the pampered child from the household had become a pitiful little stray dog, and nearly lost his life.

“Other people can talk you into leaving with just a few words, yet you treat all my daily reminders as if they were just wind in your ears.”

Ever-gentle Lord Pei smiled as he dragged him back home, then picked up a whip and laid into him until he cried himself unconscious.

After that was over, Pei Chongli figured the child would behave. Then he discovered that the boy had started secretly exchanging favors with a few shameless men outside.

The Second Prince sent a whole box of eastern pearls. His messenger said, “Young Master Li, His Highness remembers your kindness.”

The newly appointed top scholar seized the chance to speak up. “Brother Weizhi, your Chronicle of Bianjing’s Turmoil is truly brilliant.”

Every few days, the household intercepted a note: “Zhizhi, come see me in my room at the start of the Hai hour.”

And then there was the so-called “male lead” whom Li Weizhi had been thinking about all this time.

That night, Li Weizhi was pinned firmly to the bed.

The man still wore a captivating smile, but a thin layer of ice had settled in his eyes.

He slowly rubbed a lustrous eastern pearl between his fingers. “You like it?”

“Zhizhi has quite a few sweethearts.”

Li Weizhi was so frightened he trembled, but he still stubbornly denied it. “I don’t!”

“Oh?”

With no way to evade the question, Li Weizhi widened his eyes and put on a show of defiance. “That’s not fair! You’re so fickle and wanton…and such a libertine. They and I are completely innocent!”

“Is that so?”

Pei Heng leaned down, even more excited when he saw that Li Weizhi was on the verge of tears.

“Fine. Then tonight, Zhizhi can see just how much of a libertine Pei Chongli is.”

Reader’s Guide and Content Warnings:

(Some readers are concerned about the whipping: this is not a violent story. We oppose violence!)

Both leads are each other’s only partner, happy ending, includes a secondary couple, not much focus on them.

Set in an alternate history. The love interest is not a good person. The protagonist cries easily, so he cries a lot. Some everyone-loves-him vibes.

Mystery, light political scheming, sweet romance. Hope you enjoy reading, everyone!

Here’s another book. Please add it to your reading list if you like it!

[Arrogant, Gentle Demon Love Interest X Delicate, Scheming Little Lamb Protagonist]

The fallen angel Lucifer found a sheep in Hell.

A fragile, tiny creature.

There was no need to bother with it. The moment Lucifer left, dark matter would swallow the ball of fluff whole.

The little thing bleated at him.

Lucifer thought: He wants to come with me.

So the next day, Hell’s fallen angels saw their former lord, who had once fought a bloody war against Heaven, carrying a little white-furred monster everywhere he went and spoiling it rotten, giving it anything it wanted. They all stared in astonishment, then turned red-eyed with envy. “Find me one just like it!”

After an accident, the little sheep transformed into a handsome white-haired boy. He opened his clear, bewildered brown eyes and called Lucifer “Daddy,” “Master,” and “Big Brother.”

Lucifer: “…You’re not allowed to call me that.”

Then his inheritance awakened, and six pure white wings grew from Yun Mian’s back. His gaze toward Lucifer changed from adoration to something complicated.

He was a newly born angel who had accidentally fallen from Heaven.

The memories passed down to him told him Lucifer was a fallen angel, a traitor to Heaven. His uncontrollable power also made him lose his memory again and again, leaving him extremely weak. As his hatred became an instinctive pain response, all that remained in Yun Mian’s eyes when he looked at Lucifer was coldness and distance.

Heaven sent envoys to negotiate, led by the archangel Gabriel: gentle, powerful, and righteous. He easily captured the little angel lamb’s heart, unlike those wicked, cruel, dark demons. “Would you like to come home with me?”

Yun Mian froze, then instinctively looked at the fallen angel on the throne.

Though he no longer remembered anything at all,

he still refused Gabriel because “he’s lonely.”

But Lucifer grew quieter and quieter.

On a sunny day in the human world, ignoring Yun Mian’s frantic struggles, resistance, and tears, Lucifer pushed him beyond Hell’s border. He looked at the holy angel who had come to meet him, lowering his eyes.

“Baby, if being here can only make you suffer, there’s no need to force yourself to stay.”

On the rare occasions when he could hear news from Heaven, he learned that his little sheep was the most gifted of the angels.

Heaven had spent years preparing. Its army advanced to Hell’s gates.

After an unknown number of days and nights had passed,

a blood-soaked fallen angel threw himself into Yun Mian’s arms, trembling as he begged him to leave at once. Lucifer gripped his neck and studied him closely. It was the little sheep he had raised for so long.

But the wings that had once been pure white had changed to match Lucifer’s own.

Wasn’t Heaven the place he’d dreamed of? Wasn’t the holy archangel the one he’d thought of day and night? And yet he had put himself through this. Lucifer’s eyes blazed with fury.

“You’re not being good at all. They’re staying here.”

“So are you.”

“Σε έπιασα, arnáki mu.”

I caught you, my little sheep.

Reader’s Guide: Both leads are each other’s only partner.

Theme: Hold on to your original aspirations and strive to live well!