Little Living Immortal

Wei Yuhua, a paragon of moneymaking in the Chinese community, wept after drinking at a celebratory banquet and formally announced to his construction-site underlings that he was retiring as a contractor.

After that, he stayed home and enjoyed a leisurely life of bird-fancying, tea-drinking, and doting on his wife.

The rumor around town was that Wei Yuhua had found himself a good wife who was a golden-thief by fate and brought her husband good fortune. That was why Brother Wei had washed his hands of the business and happily returned home to be a househusband.

The construction crew: “Brother Wei sure knows how to enjoy living off his wife...”

Wei Yuhua: “You bet. My wife is a little fairy who fell from the sky.”

Meanwhile, Yang Abao, who carried a cloth bundle and told fortunes for people in Chinatown, suddenly sneezed with a yellow paper talisman pinched between his fingers.

1v1, sweet romance, both leads are virgins

A timid-when-it-suits-him, tough-when-it-counts, goofy uke X a domineering, wealthy, doting seme

(Note: This novel borrows a Republican-era setting for an imaginary story. The history is fictional, so please don’t take it as fact. Historical accuracy enthusiasts, please don’t nitpick. It does not involve real people or events. Any similarities in names or places are purely coincidental.)

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