The Wife I Picked Up

Explosive, henpecked cop gong x transmigrated shadow guard shou

During a shift, Chu Mo unexpectedly picked up a man. The man said his name was Qing Yu, but after searching every population record, Chu Mo was sure there was no missing-person report for anyone named Qing Yu. He cross-checked a ton of other information too, but none of it matched this handsome man. So Officer Chu came to a conclusion: the man was good-looking, but he might have something wrong with his head.

The man clung to him and called him Master. But Chu Mo was straight and wasn't into that, so he took him to the appropriate institution. When the man escaped, Chu Mo had no choice but to take him in for the time being. As they spent more time together, Chu Mo realized that aside from dropping to his knees at the slightest thing and calling him Master, this strange man was actually great. His fighting skills were off the charts; their entire team couldn't take him on (Chu Mo had experienced this firsthand). He could cook and brew tea, and could quote the classics just as well as Chu Mo's old-fashioned superior.

Later, a man named Mu Yao showed up and told Chu Mo that he was Qing Yu's master and was taking him back. Since the man had come to claim him, Chu Mo figured he should return Qing Yu. But after Qing Yu left, Chu Mo found himself feeling miserable. Everyone around him said he had lovesickness, but that man was a man. How could that be possible?

Qing Yu had thought his life was over. Driven into a corner by a traitor, he had finally jumped off a cliff with his master in his arms. Even if they died, the enemy would never be allowed to desecrate his master's body. But when he opened his eyes, he was confused. Wasn't he dead? And where had his master gone?

Why did everything around him look so strange? Why was it so dark, yet the signboard so bright? Was this the underworld? Did the underworld have daytime too?

Later, he was tricked, but luckily his Master came to save him. His Master no longer recognized him, though. It didn't matter. Even if his master didn't know who he was, Qing Yu still had to protect him.

Explosive, henpecked, doting-on-his-wife, twenty-first-century good-man gong x transmigrated shadow guard shou

The shou transmigrates in his body. Later, the prince transmigrates in his soul. The prince likes the shou, but the shou doesn't know it, or rather, doesn't understand. If that's not your thing, don't read.

The righteous gong is turned gay by the shou. As the saying goes, I like you not because of your gender, but because you're you. If that's not your thing, don't read.

And readers who demand chaste characters, stay away. As the saying goes, who doesn't have a few disastrous love stories? So if that's not your thing, don't read. Don't read!

One more important point: The true gong learns about the shou's past and accepts everything he does. He believes love should be equal, and should also work for both people, so he'll let the shou love him in the shou's own way, including kneeling to greet him in the morning, kneeling when he's done wrong, and serving him. He won't force the shou to change habits that are ingrained in him. Instead, he'll gradually teach and guide him, showing him that he doesn't need to do those things in this world. If you want to debate human rights, don't read.

That's it, folks. Love you all.

Here's a link to a story that's nearly finished. You can find it by clicking on my profile. The trash gong becomes good after getting clingy. It's a pure historical story, with childbirth, and a prince gong and shadow guard shou.

And here's another upcoming story. Click on my profile to find it. It's currently called The Sparrow Really Wants to Fly, though I may change the title later. Assassin shou x Vermilion Bird gong.

We met in a sea of stories. Your love for me is what makes me happiest. If there are such things as unexpected encounters in this world, then you are the most beautiful one I've ever had.

Love you all. `Thank you for liking my stories~

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