After the Big Shot Got a Tragic Beauty Script

A thug in a suit and his dog.

My new novel is next door: The Stand-In Cannon Fodder Is a Fake Crybaby. Stop by and take a look.

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It wasn't until the tenth year after Ji Chengze thought he'd been reborn, when he met another person who'd transmigrated into a book, that he learned he hadn't been reborn at all. He'd transmigrated into a book.

He'd actually been given the script of a tragic, powerful villain.

The other person said, "In the original story, your whole family was killed by bad people when you were nine."

Ji Chengze looked at a photo of his enemy. "You mean him? He was dead three minutes after he showed up."

The other person continued, "After that, you were destitute."

Ji Chengze glanced at his head-to-toe finery and said nothing.

Assistant A: "Sir, would you like to go on vacation? A private island or a five-star hotel?"

The other person still didn't believe him. "Then you were toyed with by a scumbag."

Scumbag B had a shoe print on his face and a number in the queue for love clutched in his hand. He silently went to the back of the line. "Daddy, love me again!"

The other person: "After turning evil, you had a really tragic ending."

Ji Chengze: "Turning evil?"

He smiled. "Interesting. When was I ever good?"

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At first, Mr. Ji really did only want to tease the boy who looked like a puppy.

It was because he couldn't pet any dogs.

So he tutored him, taught him how to fight, and even personally taught him how to pursue someone.

Come on, he was just playing around.

Who knew the little brat would grow up, mature, and end up standing tall before him, using everything he'd learned on Ji Chengze himself?

The boy, whose smile had once shone as warmly as the sun, lowered his voice and leaned close to his ear.

"A-Ji, call me puppy. I love hearing you call me puppy."

"...You little brat, you've gotten pretty capable."

"I'm not that capable. I only learned one thing in my whole life."

He said, A-Ji, I love you.

I've seen all the world has to offer, yet all I've done is wait for the day I'd meet you.

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1. The world's most captivating, one-of-a-kind, charismatic top, beautiful and irresistible in every mood x a silly, sweet puppy who starts out naive and turns naturally dark, the bottom

2. Younger top, already an adult when he appears. Age gap + size difference + skin tone difference.

3. The top has loved others before. The bottom is not a virgin.

4. The bottom is irresistible, dazzling, and wonderful all the way through, captivating everyone wherever he goes and staying at the top of the food chain to the end. Don't ask what justice is. Mr. Ji is justice. He's electricity, he's light, he's the one and only legend.

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New novel: The Stand-In Cannon Fodder Is a Fake Crybaby

Overworked office drone Song Yeyuan transmigrates into a book as a rich CEO's stand-in and works himself to the bone to stay alive.

Other people transmigrate into books as stand-ins, enjoy the good life, and eventually turn things around to reach the pinnacle of success.

He transmigrates into the book as one of the stand-ins... He has to work himself to the bone from early morning until late at night under a 996 schedule, and his boss even questions his professional ability.

But why does this body start crying at the drop of a hat?

Facing a breakup agreement, tears dripped down his face. "A-Yuan, I really love you."

When Stand-In A gave him a hard time, his lips trembled. "I don't even know what I did to offend you, Big Brother..."

Stand-In B wore himself out pining for his beloved. Song Yeyuan toppled off the treadmill and, when helped back up, looked as delicate as a pear blossom in the rain. "It's okay. I can still run another five thousand meters."

Stand-In C offered himself with a show of coy reluctance. When the door opened, Song Yeyuan stood there in a seductive shirt, eyes red. "I... I'm afraid it'll hurt."

A real man doesn't cry easily. That's a separate charge.

Some time later, the stand-ins all said, "We can't keep up with this grind. We're out."

But Song Yeyuan was already carrying his things and making a getaway on the high-speed train.

The CEO blocked the door in the middle of the night, eyes red.

When he opened the door, Song Yeyuan was smoking and pulling out eye drops. "This little bottle? I go through one every meal."

The other man grabbed his collar and pulled him close, his gaze burning. "Look carefully. Who am I?"

Song Yeyuan stared blankly. "Who else could you be? You're my scumbag boss..."

He froze for a moment, then turned and ran.

--Oh no, that was his real boss!

Everyone said the Lu family's stand-in had finally turned his life around, but he was in his boss's arms, on the verge of tears. "Boss, I was wrong. I won't do it again."

The man gripped his waist and laughed darkly into his ear. "Come on, keep crying. Don't stop."

#Help, I Transmigrated Into a Book with My Boss and Mistook Him for the Abusive Scumbag Top in a Tragic Romance. What Do I Do?#

#I Thought You Were Deeply in Love with Me, but You Just Saw Me as a Tool for Your Grind#

#Turning a Battlefield of Love into a Crematorium, That's So You#

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There's also Dear Mr. Socially Awkward, with an introverted, reserved bottom x a flirtatious social butterfly top.

We can totally handle meetings. We can handle all of them.

Theme: Providing for a family in a standardized, scientific way