Why Go to Such Lengths for a Fake Marriage?

[Completed] He Bingxin is exceptionally talented. At a young age, he is appointed chief physician at a top-tier hospital, burdened with honors and accolades. At first, plenty of people gossip about his shady past. But Dr. He is soon better known for his peerless "lightning-fast hands" than the rumors are. He thinks he can spend his whole life with a scalpel. Until, without even realizing it, he meets a stranger who knows him better than anyone. == Hu Yu has had thirteen years' worth of patience. He Bingxin is hard of hearing, so Hu Yu dedicates himself to hearing research. He wants to give He Bingxin the best life possible, and works his way up from a poor young man until his company is listed on the US stock market. He misses He Bingxin so much that every year he buys him a star and wishes him a happy birthday from afar. After weathering countless storms, He Bingxin no longer believes in people. Even when they meet again, he doesn't dare approach recklessly. He Bingxin has no roots or ties and can leave at any moment, so Hu Yu will never let him disappear from his world a second time. When the man he's yearned for over thirteen years is sitting right in front of him, Hu Yu becomes the most cautious hunter. "Dr. He, would you consider a marriage of convenience?" He Bingxin finds the unfamiliar young man pleasant and charming. Getting a marriage certificate won't cost him anything. [Married Life Extra] He Bingxin's defenses crumble. Sweating and crying, he grabs a pillow and whacks Hu Yu with all his might. "A marriage of convenience? Liar! You big liar!" Hu Yu wraps his arms around him and the pillow, pointing to a few little stars in the sky. "I didn't lie. They all heard me tell you I love you." *I met you many years before you ever met me.* Warm on the outside, cold on the inside, hard-of-hearing, devoted receiver x scheming younger pursuer who plays the long game 1. The usual one-on-one, happy ending. A short sweet romance of over a hundred thousand characters. Please don't wait until it's finished to read! 2. Fictional setting where same-sex marriage is legal. No child in the main story, but there is one in the extras. 3. A demonstration for Director Tong on how to bring a moonlight character to life. Separator Coming Soon: I Miss You Too, My Emperor In this life, I was reborn as a sickly, spoiled wastrel, and I was quite content with that. When in Rome, I settled in. To be a proper wastrel, I spent my time among the brothels until I coughed up blood and passed out. One winter night, after chatting with the top courtesan too late, I found Fu Chang on my way home. At first, I thought: A true wastrel seeing a beautiful young man in such a sorry state would surely feel one part pity, one part sympathy, and eight parts desire. Of course, my desire was only for show. I saved Fu Chang from danger. Surely it wasn't too much to ask him to pour me tea and water? Or give me a shoulder massage and peel grapes for me? But when did I ask him to warm my bed? And when did I ask him to wash and dress me? Why won't he let me eat ice? Why does he insist on making me soak my feet? Why won't he let me stay up reading by lamplight, insisting I go to bed by nine? He was the one I brought home. He should be at least two thousand years younger than me, so why is he so good at bossing me around? When Fu Chang's father, the Human Emperor, came to call, I was feeling very weak. "I didn't do anything. He was the one who..." I meant to say I hadn't forced him to stay in my home. Fu Chang bowed. "Father, I was the one who asked to marry my benefactor." I thought: Shut up already. [From the pursuer's perspective] Three hundred years ago, that person bound his eyes with a red silk sash amid a raging sea of karmic fire. "Start counting from one. When you reach eight hundred, I'll be back." The world changed beyond recognition. Wuxiang sought the fallen god, but he never returned. Three hundred years later, that same red sash was gently laid over his eyes. "Start counting from one. When you reach eight hundred, I'll be back." After all these years, you still haven't come up with a new lie? [Little Scene] I hate myself right now. Why did I have to say eight hundred? My poor waist can only manage two hundred and fifty. "Two hundred and sixty-three, two hundred... uh, sixty-four, two hundred and ninety-nine... mm..." "How many?" "...Two hundred and sixty-eight, two, two... mm..." "Start... over." Warm on the outside, cold on the inside, sickly fallen god who specializes in deceiving children, receiving x devoted, mad-dog-and-loyal-pup-switching, half-faced Buddha younger pursuer *The emperor uses "Zhen" as his divine self-reference. *Third-person narration, one-on-one, happy ending Theme: Long live science!!! Research makes people happy!!!