Transmigrating into a Book as the Rich Old Man's Darling Wife

[The protagonist is a clingy, weak bottom, but the author loves him. Please make sure you're okay with that before purchasing. Thank you!]

Coming soon: The Little White Tiger Is Forced to Work and The Fussy Cross-Dressing Cutie Wants a Divorce Every Day [Book Transmigration]. Please add them to your favorites. Blurbs at the end!

In an accident that couldn't possibly have been more unexpected, Chi Chen transmigrated into a novel.

The heroine, Wen Jilan, was a darling of all. Smart and beautiful, she was the unattainable dream and cherished first love of every powerful, influential man. Only one wicked cannon fodder character didn't love her.

The wicked cannon fodder coveted the heroine's first suitor, the male lead, pestered her second suitor, the male supporting character, and even tried to smear the heroine...

Of course, in the end, the cannon fodder was reduced to a mosquito smear by the heroine and her suitors working together.

And Chi Chen had become that wicked cannon fodder.

Luckily, the story had only just begun. Chi Chen decided to stay away from the heroine, behave himself, and live a quiet, honest life.

But the plot had no intention of letting Chi Chen go. The heroine, male lead, and male supporting character all entered the picture, as if trying to drag him into a whirlpool.

Fortunately, Chi Chen met a powerful big shot, someone who could easily crush the heroine's many suitors, yet pampered Chi Chen like the apple of his eye...

Chi Chen leaned against the big shot as he watched him dutifully massage his wrist. Smiling carefree and innocent, he thought, You all came looking for trouble yourselves. Don't blame me for making you eat your words.

Fan Yifu had always thought marriage would be nothing but a responsibility, with mutual respect and courtesy defining his future marriage.

He never expected that an accidental marriage would bring him a little sweetheart he wanted to cherish and dote on, even if it meant abandoning all his principles.

A little scene:

Chi Chen: "Hug me." He held out his arms.

Chi Chen's lips turned down.

Fan Yifu hurriedly reached out and hugged him. "There, there, baby, don't cry," he coaxed softly.

What principles could possibly matter when his little wife wanted something? He had no principles at all!

Super sweet!

An utterly doting top x a soft, clingy, coquettish bottom

Coming soon, please add to your favorites!

Coming soon 1: The Fussy Cross-Dressing Cutie Wants a Divorce Every Day [Book Transmigration]

Overnight, Yang Xi transmigrated into a melodramatic novel and became its wicked, fussy little troublemaker. Greedy and lustful, he clung to a disabled domineering CEO in hopes of inheriting his fortune, only to end up being thrown into the sea to build a seawall.

Forced to cross-dress after his transmigration, Yang Xi compounded his crimes by grabbing a white wedding dress and making a run for it without a word. Then he stared in shock as a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and charred the bouquet...

Yang Xi kicked off his heels and started making a scene. "My feet hurt! Get over here and rub them!"

In front of everyone, the CEO coolly turned and walked away.

That day, Yang Xi became a laughingstock, abandoned by his husband on their wedding day.

Everyone looked at him with ill-intentioned sympathy, but Yang Xi was perfectly satisfied.

Making a scene? Easy!

But then the plot started going off the rails...

One night, Yang Xi stood in front of the CEO with his collar open, showing off a large expanse of fair, elegant collarbone. He complained coquettishly, "You can't even pick me up. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Under Yang Xi's horrified gaze, the CEO stood up and showed him exactly what he could handle.

The next morning, the CEO, hoping to cuddle with his lover, discovered with a dark expression that the little gentleman he'd spent so long coaxing had left him!

Yang Xi's deception involving cross-dressing had been discovered. Sniffling, he clutched his aching waist and packed his bags to flee. Everyone was a liar. Why should he be the one thrown into the sea?

Coming soon 2: The Little White Tiger Is Forced to Work, with a ferocious big-shot Taotie top x a timid, fluffy-loving white tiger bottom

Ji Jinan was a little white cat with long fur, short legs, a pink nose, a pair of bright blue eyes, and a cute little black spot on his forehead. The fierce Taotie was so smitten at first sight that he whisked him home to dote on him as his child bride.

But even the cutest little thing had to work to earn his meals. The little white cat stumbled his way into the Bureau of Monster Management.

Everything about the Bureau was great, except monsters and demons kept showing up one after another. His coworkers swore to protect all things fluffy, but they couldn't stop the monsters from craving them.

When no one was around at the Bureau, the monsters set their sights on the sweet, defenseless little white cat!

The little white cat was so frightened by the bizarre monsters that his fur stood on end. He shut his eyes and waved his little paws, trying to scare them away.

Instead, he took down one monster with each paw, and accidentally bit into some monster flesh. "Ugh, disgusting!"

The monsters, covered in bruises and with shattered souls, cried together as they complained about being called disgusting: "We demand to report this! There's a mighty monster here using cuteness to lure us into a trap! Shameless!"

Just what you'd expect from the Taotie's kid!

Everyone knew the Taotie had a little white cat.

"Are you serious?" his friend asked, suspecting the Taotie had been put under a spell. "Sure, he's cute, but he's so weak. Can you really protect him every second of the day?"

"Why not?" The Taotie shot him a look. "He's still little. What's wrong with an elder looking after him?"

His friend: "..." What a load of crap. The new little Vermilion Bird at the Bureau had just hatched, and you hadn't even gone to look at it.

An elder? You're just lusting after the kid!

"Bro, look at the monsters I caught!" The little white cat dragged a whole crowd of monsters of every size behind him.

The monsters slid along in despair. Who said this little cat was weak? Lies! All lies!

"Bro, take me flying!" The little white ball grabbed the black fur beneath him and demanded haughtily.

The sky darkened. The monsters were used to it. They knew the little white cat was throwing his weight around on the Taotie's back again.

Theme: Don't take the work of maintaining a marriage too seriously