[Yang Clan] All These Years I've Spent Chasing Girls

Attention: This story will be locked and re-released with paid chapters starting May 13, from Chapter 32 onward. If you've already read it, please don't buy it! Thanks so much for your support! Mu Yi, a little reporter who often goes out at midnight to gather material, can't help sighing. Being a journalist these days is really tough. Then, before long, one punch sent her back to the Song Dynasty. Marry a barbarian's daughter? And she's underage, too? Mu Yi used her sturdy arms, which could spare two pounds of flesh at any time, to shield her chest. "Bastard! I'm weak, but I still have to protect my virtue!" Yelü Jin'e, who was chasing her from behind with a whip, was furious. "I'll teach you to flirt with young boys! I'll teach you to call me young!" #Daily updates, lighthearted story. The premise is based on the historical tales of the Yang Family Generals and Yang Silang's adventures abroad. No nitpicking over historical accuracy.# #A big-aspirations, slightly dim-witted transmigrated man in a weak body + X + a phoenix woman who only has eyes for promising men, like an eagle swooping down on prey.# These are the next two stories I'll write! [Here's the blurb. Stop by and add it to your to-read list~~~] ==Upcoming Story 001 + Coming-of-Age Romance== [A quiet, scheming tree + X + a naive fox who keeps falling into the male lead's trap] The little fox Xi Zhao was born at Ruomu and grew up in Tanggu. From the moment she entered the world, she depended on a flourishing Fusang tree for company. One day, Xi Zhao returned after washing her fur and found a handsome young man sitting where the Fusang tree had been. And, of all things, the beautiful man's arms were around the Demon Emperor's wife. On closer inspection, the man's aura looked very much like the Fusang tree she leaned against every day. She was so furious that she raced off in a flurry. The next day, every corner of the world received a serious notice from the Fusang tree of Tanggu, searching for a fox. At that time, the little fox was enjoying her carefree life in the mortal world. She heard that the King of Rucheng was imposing and handsome. The next day, a small sedan carrying Xi Zhao was borne through the gates of the Prince of Rucheng's estate. The little fox Xi Zhao lay on the bed, still groggy. "Your Highness, you seem kind of familiar." The fake prince calmly adjusted the fox-search notice beneath his pillow. "Perhaps. We've only been fated to meet for a few hundred thousand years." The gossiping residents of Rucheng: Question: What should we do if the prince suddenly develops a fondness for women? Upcoming Story 002 + Silly Danmei Romance [An overbearing CEO who's actually clueless about love, top + X + a diligent, practical, life-loving bottom] In City A, some people might not recognize gold, but no one fails to recognize Baili Jinku. Jinku owns every vault in City A. His family has four generations living under one roof, and as the youngest son of the Baili family, he has been a famous, favored child of heaven since birth. For twenty years, everything has gone his way. He could call the wind and summon the rain, until one day he picked up a boy in a quiet corner of the business world. The boy said his name was Sha Diao. #Bonus Scene# Baili Jinku wanted to see Sha Diao a second time. He asked all the rich playboys around him for advice, then finally made up his mind to take action. On the first day, he sent a truckload of jerseys. On the second day, he sent a truckload of autographed sports memorabilia. On the third day, he sent a truckload of sneakers. Sha Diao crouched on the truck's hood and gritted his teeth as he sorted through them. It took him all day to pair up every shoe before putting them away. That evening, Baili Jinku sat in his Porsche Cayenne, watching with satisfaction from a hundred meters away as Sha Diao struggled to pound his aching lower back. The next day, he finally worked up the courage to visit. The place was empty, and even the jerseys, sneakers, and autographs had disappeared. Only a note fluttered in the wind on the iron gate: Deeply touched. See you in the next life. Theme: