The Pretty Cannon Fodder Wants a Divorce Every Day

[Please add my new novels to your reading lists: "This Damn Sweetness [Infinite Flow]" and "What Bad Intentions Could My Disciples Have?"] Shi Jingsu never imagined he'd transmigrate into the body of a rich family's cannon-fodder son, and one who was thoroughly dead at that. In the original story, his older sister eloped in the middle of the night, and the delicate, pretty-faced cannon-fodder son was forced to dress as a woman and work as an entertainer. In the end, the male lead found out, and his fate was miserable. He went mad and stupid, spending his days scavenging for trash. Thinking of the fate awaiting him, Shi Jingsu trembled and clutched his secret identity close. Danger! Luckily, the domineering CEO wasn't happy with the marriage either. On the first day, he issued a stern warning: if Shi Jingsu dared cling to him, he'd divorce him immediately. At the word "divorce," Shi Jingsu perked right up. Was that really an option? Great, let's do it! ** Chu Yandong was a born prodigy, but he had unfortunately contracted a strange illness. At his family's arrangement, he reluctantly married a bride chosen to bring him good fortune, a gorgeous, coquettish, high-maintenance beauty. From then on, he had a little shadow who was madly in love with him, obsessed with him, and banged her head against a wall for him. Everyone felt sorry for that little shadow. She loved Chu Yandong so much that she had practically lost all dignity, yet still couldn't win his affection. It was enough to make anyone who heard about it sad and anyone who saw it weep. Even Chu Yandong himself thought so. His sweet wife wouldn't be able to live if she spent even one day away from him. Until one day, Chu Yandong discovered that his little wife, who constantly professed her love for him, was recording her daily moods on some platform. "Another day without getting divorced." "All I want is a divorce. Why is it harder than making a pilgrimage to the Western Heaven?" "I've sacrificed so much just to get divorced." "Heavens above, earth below, when will that blockhead get so annoyed with me that he'll divorce me?" Chu Yandong's face turned green. The account had two hundred thousand followers, and people checked in every day to see how the divorce was going. Chu Yandong's face turned even greener. Much later, Shi Jingsu still hadn't gotten his divorce. Instead, Chu Yandong arrived, radiating danger, his expression growing darker and more frightening by the moment. A fiery blaze seemed to smolder in the man's eyes. He held Shi Jingsu by the waist with one hand, leaving him nowhere to escape. "Want to leave? You won't escape me for the rest of your life." #Shi Jingsu: I love you. I'm just pretending. # Reader's guide: 1. A dramatic cross-dressing charmer who spends every day trying not to have his secret identity exposed x A seemingly aloof, actually clueless, jealous, ridiculous top 2. A silly comedy with some "chasing the wife to the crematorium" scenes 3. Let's raise a glass to melodrama, glug glug glug [Highly recommended: My author's friend's ongoing historical danmei novel "Mistaking the Divine Lord for a Tribulation Partner" by Zhang Jian Zhe Hua] One-line summary: Not a tribulation partner, but a fated partner. [Coming soon: "This Damn Sweetness [Infinite Flow]". Please add it to your reading lists, cuties!] A game called Nightmare Overlord began spreading quietly throughout the human world. Supposedly, only a small number of people would be chosen by the game. Lin Chu suddenly found the game on his phone, along with a special attribute: [Your blood is exceptionally sweet. All the ghosts and monsters will be drawn to your delicious scent. They will pierce your skin and body with their sharp fangs, and drink every last drop of your blood. That is the highest praise they can give you.] Lin Chu was about to cry. Wasn't there a more powerful attribute that could help him protect himself? [Run as fast as you can if you don't want to die. Of course, when your blood is pumping, your blood is at its most delicious.] Lin Chu: Wah QAQ ** When Yan Zhiwei first saw him, he looked like a prince in a high tower. Fine strands of hair lay in disarray against his cheeks. His nose was red, and sweat dotted his forehead. A blush had spread over his porcelain-white face, whether from nervousness and panic or from being frightened by the terrifying, gloomy surroundings. He seemed to have been crying. His lower lip was bitten red, and his eyes were red too. He hunched his shoulders and trembled violently, so delicate and fragile that he looked like a work of art that would shatter at a touch, inspiring an urge to cherish and protect him. Yan Zhiwei smiled faintly. Fear was the finest nourishment. As tension seeped into him, enhancing his beauty, he became helpless and terrified. The arm he reached out to embrace Yan Zhiwei trembled slightly, as if he were afraid of being abandoned. "Please, take me with you." [Coming soon: "What Bad Intentions Could My Disciples Have?" Please add it to your reading lists, cuties!] Chu Weici transmigrated into a book, determined to complete his mission and go home. He kept gathering underlings, gathering underlings... No, he kept taking on disciples, taking on disciples, until his sect grew strong enough for him and his five disciples to fight in the great battle against the demons. Just as he thought he could retire after being injured by demonic energy and wait for the dawn of a new life, Chu Weici died. When he opened his eyes, he discovered he hadn't returned to the modern world. Instead... he was back where he started, a lowly servant in some sect? As Chu Weici adjusted to his frail body, he ran into his five former disciples. He then discovered that a hundred years had passed since the great battle against the demons. His disciples had grown from skinny little boys into handsome men, each more striking and taller than him. The eldest disciple leaned over him as if he could snap at any moment and pinched his cheek. "With such a delicate body, Master really is adorable." The second disciple confined him. "From the time we were kids, you always doted on the other senior and junior brothers. When did you ever pay attention to me?" The third disciple wrapped him in his arms. "You smell like the person I love most. I lost you back then, but I won't let you go again." The fourth disciple insisted on sleeping with him every day. "Why be embarrassed? You used to sing me to sleep when I was little." The fifth disciple drank his blood whenever his poisonous blood flared on the night of a full moon. "You'll belong to me for the rest of your life." Chu Weici only wanted to run. Could he still apply to get rid of his disciples? Friendly reminder: The ending is 1v1. Theme: Live steadily and work hard to build a better life