What Should I Do If My Boyfriend Won't Listen? [Book Transmigration]

The serial is complete: On How to Soothe My Cruel and Jealous Husband: a genuinely sweet, pretty bottom vs. a genuinely cruel, jealous top. If you're interested, stop by the author's page and give this poor author a little bookmark.

Jianmian, a pampered beauty adored by everyone, as the bottom, vs. Boxi, a scheming, ruthless cool guy who takes revenge for the slightest grudge, as the top.

Bad news: Jianmian transmigrated into a book.

Good news: Jianmian got an SSR identity card. His biological father is the emperor, and he's the only heir.

Bad news: Before long, his imperial father will be hacked to death by the protagonist top, Boxi, who will then turn the sole heir into a human swine.

Other people who transmigrate into books try all kinds of ways to reform the good and kind, become stepping stones on the protagonists' road to success as the top or bottom, and help them out as good brothers. Jianmian is different. He has barely arrived when he's already facing a warning that he'll be locked away. The protagonist top kneels before him with a dark expression, while the protagonist bottom sobs and slaps himself for show. As for the original owner, he was the eccentric villainous cannon fodder who brought about the protagonists' country's fall and subjected the protagonist top to every humiliation: the Crown Prince of Xuefeng.

He transmigrated at just the right time: too late to make up for the original owner's past mistakes, yet unable to nip the protagonist top, whose wings were nearly grown, in the bud.

Jianmian: Perfect!

As everyone knows, according to the usual rules for transmigrating into a book, the first thing you do is clear your name and become a reliable tool brick, ready to be moved wherever the protagonists need you, determined to spread goodness and kindness throughout the world.

Jianmian is different. He doesn't follow the script. He starts by offending everyone to the utmost.

At first, he planned to undermine the protagonist top's power and connections, using every means at his disposal to negotiate (or coerce) his way into becoming the protagonist top's right-hand man. Later, he realized it was easier to become the protagonist top's boyfriend than his friend.

Boxi: *smiles*

Male protagonist's perspective:

In the thirteenth year of the Wanli era, Boxi realized that the useless crown prince had changed.

When he met Boxi's gaze, there was no longer any trace of the fear he used to hide behind bluster. Those foxlike eyes brimmed with rippling spring light. He spoke from the heart, all the while scheming behind Boxi's back.

Boxi found it interesting.

Boxi let him do as he pleased, only to discover in the end that someone else had taken the place inside that gorgeous body.

He was so delicate, afraid of both cold and heat, his body like worn-out cotton batting, blown to pieces at the slightest breeze. He'd coldly order Boxi to kneel on the floor and keep watch through the night, then, when he couldn't get warm in his sleep, desperately burrow into Boxi's arms.

A sea of blood and hatred lay between them. For Boxi and him, it was kill or be killed.

But later, all Boxi wanted was to love him well.

New novel coming soon: "From now on, I'll leave behind the bell and drum towers and Buddha halls,

and go down the mountain to find a handsome young man.

Let him beat me, scold me, talk about me, laugh at me. I want nothing to do with becoming a Buddha, nor will I chant Amitabha or the Prajnaparamita!"

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ - From the Opera of Sinful Desires: Longing for the Mortal World

An innocent little monster who flirts without realizing it, vs. a Buddhist son who knows nothing of love at first, then goes on a murderous rampage and turns out to be a truly obsessive yandere.

Zhaozhao is a silly cat demon who has cultivated for nine hundred years and still can't take human form. His favorite things to do are bite yarn balls and catch little fish. The tree spirit on the neighboring mountain has mocked him for his lack of ambition more than once.

Zhaozhao meows. Zhaozhao doesn't care.

One day, he wandered by mistake into a celestial mountain and fell into a bodhi tree. Beneath the tree sat a young man, eyes lowered in meditation, beautiful and compassionate.

Zhaozhao stared, entranced. Caught off guard, he slipped from the tree, and by a stroke of luck, he transformed just then.

Black hair, snowy skin, and not a stitch of clothing: with a thump, he fell into the young man's arms.

Their eyes met. Zhaozhao thought: He's so beautiful.

Zhaozhao fell for him at first sight.

From then on, Zhaozhao followed him everywhere. Wherever the young man went, Zhaozhao went too. When the young man meditated, Zhaozhao slept beside him. When the young man listened to sermons, Zhaozhao curled up on a beam with his tail in his arms to keep him company.

Time flew by, and five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

To Zhaozhao, five hundred years was the passage from an innocent child to a young adult. But for the young man, those five hundred years brought sweeping changes and a whole new world.

The only difference for Zhaozhao was that he'd become an ambitious cat demon.

So he worked up his courage and stood before the young man. His voice faltered, and his nervous tail popped out. He asked, "Would you be my wife?"

"Wife" was a word the tree spirit had taught him. It meant living in harmony and being together for a lifetime.

Zhaozhao asked him what it meant to live in harmony, and what a lifetime together meant.

Demons lived for a thousand years. Shouldn't it be a thousand lifetimes together?

The tree spirit said, "A lifetime together means you live in me and I live in you. We depend on each other, and even in death, we die together."

Zhaozhao thought it over. He decided he didn't want a thousand lifetimes together. He only wanted one.

At that time, the young man was still beautiful and solemn. He stood before Zhaozhao, his eyes clear, seeing neither the world nor Zhaozhao.

He sighed and stroked Zhaozhao's head. "You haven't come of age yet. Let me teach you and answer your questions."

Zhaozhao didn't know what it meant to teach him and answer his questions, but he couldn't read what lay deep in the young man's eyes.

Only later did Zhaozhao learn that the young man was a supremely wise man born with the bones of a Buddha, destined to cast off the seven emotions and six desires and become a true Buddha beyond delusion.

His name was Xichen.

Xichen, Xichen: all things return to dust.

Even his name had already announced the ending.

Zhaozhao broke down and cried bitterly, but as a demon with a thousand-year lifespan, he knew how to pick himself up and move on. He promptly ran off with an oil peddler from the foot of the mountain.

Zhaozhao thought he would never have anything to do with him again. He still thought so when Xichen fastened a spirit-binding lock around his spine, the very source of his life.

The man, whose features had taken on the merciful divinity of a Buddha, smiled gently. Yet the malice and desire in his eyes were enough to make anyone tremble.

He said:

Five hundred years ago, the moment you fell into my arms, I gave birth to a demon within me.

From that day on, I no longer cultivated the Buddha's teachings.

Zhaozhao was terrified. He invoked the true Buddha, speaking with conviction: "You're a Buddhist son, the next true Buddha."

To his surprise, Xichen smiled and gently stroked the innocent demon. "There is no true Buddha left in this world."

"I've already devoured the true Buddha."

Reading Guide:

1. Remember, the Buddhist son is a hypocrite. The Buddhist son is a hypocrite. The Buddhist son is a hypocrite. Important things must be said three times.

2. The top falls for the bottom first. Just imagine: if an absolutely stunning beauty fell into your arms, would you want that kind of luck?

Premise: No matter what hardships you face, stay strong.