Marrying the Male Lead's Short-Lived Older Brother

[Updates daily at 6 p.m. Please follow my upcoming modern-day sweet romance, President Fu Has a Bit of a Love-Brain [Entertainment Industry], and When the Demon God Gets a Frail New Persona.]

Blurb:

When Cheng Youqi woke up, she discovered she'd become the fake heiress in a wish-fulfillment novel, while the heroine was the real heiress.

In the novel, the heroine crushed anyone who stood in her way, human or divine, and had a thrillingly triumphant ride all the way through.

The fake heiress she'd become, meanwhile, grew so jealous under the heroine's halo that she lost her reason and met a miserable end.

Cheng Youqi knew better than to pick a fight, so she quickly opened her snakeskin bag and packed her things to make room for the heroine.

But she never expected her adoptive parents to ask her to take the heroine's place and marry the male lead's sickly older brother.

Cheng Youqi did the math: the male lead's brother was rich and short-lived. If she married him, she'd inherit his fortune.

She slapped her thigh. Done!

After the wedding, Cheng Youqi kept a close eye on the frail invalid, waiting for him to kick the bucket so she could inherit his fortune. She watched him for months, only to see his complexion grow rosier and his health improve by the day.

Money had made her lose all shame. She pounced on him and grabbed him by the throat. "Weren't you supposed to have a short life?!"

Upcoming story blurb: President Fu Has a Bit of a Love-Brain [Entertainment Industry]

1. The Song family went bankrupt, and overnight, the extravagantly indulgent Song Wanxi became penniless.

Burdened with hundreds of millions in debt, she struggled at the bottom of the entertainment industry. As she struggled along, she ended up in the arms of Fu Zhoulin, whose net worth was in the tens of billions.

The fallen heiress was soon back in the spotlight, looking more dazzling than ever. Those who had once kicked her when she was down couldn't resist making snide remarks.

"Fu Zhoulin is just fooling around with her. Does she really think she's something special?"

Before they could finish, Song Wanxi walked in with a handbag in one hand and a custom designer outfit in the other.

The sour grapes scoffed. "She's just getting lucky. Just wait till Fu Zhoulin dumps her. She'll be crying then..."

Soon, a fully loaded Maserati arrived.

The sour grapes panicked. "What does Song Wanxi have that Fu Zhoulin's gone blind?"

A luxurious 600-square-meter mansion was registered under Song Wanxi's name.

The sour grapes were dumbstruck. "Does he have a bit of a love-brain?"

2. When Song Wanxi approached Fu Zhoulin with a mountain of debt, anyone with eyes could tell she had ulterior motives. They all urged him to come to his senses.

But he was so charmed by her that he waved a hand and wiped out her debt.

Song Wanxi, now free of debt, dusted herself off and hurriedly ran away.

She enjoyed three months of freedom before someone tracked her down at the hospital.

He took her to a hospital bed, pointed at the person lying in it, and said, "Have some pity on this love-struck fool. He can't get by without you."

When the Demon God Gets a Frail New Persona

Blurb:

The Demon God was resurrected in a hurry, and found a child as thin as a bean sprout to use as a vessel to gather her soul and nurture her spirit.

As a result, everyone thought she was easy to bully.

The demon king eyeing her hungrily on the road: "Those skinny arms and legs. She'd barely make a mouthful."

The immortal sect disciples she encountered bullying the weak: "With a body that can't cultivate spiritual energy, you dare compete with us for the ancient divine sword?"

The demon soldiers guarding the border: "You worthless wretch, how dare you trespass in the demon realm!"

Beneath that frail, bean-sprout-like figure, the gates of the demon sect swung wide, the heavens and earth shook, and hordes of hell's evil spirits poured forth!

Everyone: Run!

She stood atop the ruins, coldly watching the suffering and torment of all living beings.

He descended from the heavens, clad in white like a god sent to save the world, walking on clouds.

Well, this is troublesome.

She was thinking about how to deal with him when he swept his long sleeves out, pulled her into his arms, and looked at her with the eyes of the righteous leader, full of pity and compassion.

Demon God: ...

When the nameless Immortal Venerable returned from the demon realm during a time of unrest, he brought back the only "survivor."

She was small and frail, like a bean sprout, and looked difficult to keep alive.

So while the Immortal Venerable was in seclusion cultivating, everyone did their best to look after her.

She yawned.

The mountain sect elder: "Here's some divine grass to nourish your body and replenish your energy."

Senior Brother: "Junior Sister, I built you a spiritual carriage. Now you can ride it wherever you go without tiring yourself out."

Senior Sister: "I got you some of the hot spring water the Immortal Venerable uses to cultivate. Hurry and soak in it. I'll give you a massage."

Demon God (world-weary face): ...

After she rode in a luxurious carriage and soaked in the nourishing hot spring water,

she easily returned to the quality of life she'd enjoyed in the old days.

Demon God (comfortable face): With a few strokes of her brush, she crossed out her plan to return to her peak in ten years.

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