The Villain's Three-Year-Old Darling Is Fierce and Adorable

Check out my completed novel, "The Master of Drama Becomes the Villain's Stepmother [The 1950s]," and my currently updating novel, "Raising a Child on the Frontier with My Transmigrated General Husband [The 1970s]." About this story: (It's fun to tease someone, until you have to chase them back.) Just past adulthood, Dudu was already notorious throughout the demon realm. He was as beautiful as jade, and unmatched in his "fierceness." One day, he fell into a spatial rift. The instant he landed, both his intelligence and body reverted to their toddler years. His eight-pack abs became one big belly. Don't ask. He'd been punished by Heaven! Out on the high seas, the eldest young master of the Gu family, infamous for being obsessive and crazy, had just trampled his archenemy underfoot when something fell from the sky and knocked him out. Damn! Had his villain aura offended Heaven and Earth? When he opened his eyes again, an adorable, soft-cheeked little boy, fierce in the cutest way, had pinned him against the deck. "Call me Big Brother. I'll protect you from now on!" The Gu family's eldest young master, now the "Big Brother," picked up the chubby little dumpling, as delicate as a doll, and flicked him on the forehead. A sinister smile spread across his face. "Good boy. Call me Daddy!!!" Suspended between Heaven and Earth, Dudu waved his lotus-root-like arms and legs in shock. "Damn it, you actually dared to touch this young master's forehead! Just wait until I grow up. I'll make you pay!" A fierce yet adorable, peerless beauty shou x a scheming, obsessive, unconventional gong. (Content warning: The plot requires it, but there will be male pregnancy later on.) Here are two upcoming stories. If you're interested, please add them to your collection. Sending hearts~ Upcoming: "After I Was Widowed, My Dead Husband Came Back [The 1960s]" There's always trouble around a widow's door. Unfortunately, Song Jingshu transmigrated into a book as a beautiful widow, and all kinds of gossip started circulating behind her back. Song Jingshu wasn't one to put up with things. Her personality was as fiery as her looks. She planted her hands on her hips and spent three days loudly calling people out in the courtyard. After that, no one dared bother her, and the gossip vanished without a trace. Song Jingshu left them with one last remark: "Bitches are so dramatic." Then she went home. Just as she and her child had built a happy, thriving life together, her supposedly dead husband came back. He was tall and handsome, with a cool, aristocratic air and an aura of abstinence. That night, Song Jingshu glared furiously at him. In the original story, wasn't he supposed to be cold and clueless about romance? Wasn't he supposed to be an ascetic type? "Where did the child come from?" the man asked, pinning Song Jingshu against the wall, his face full of amusement. Song Jingshu swallowed and said, courting death, "I had an affair." The man: ...You really dared to say that! Upcoming: "The Fake Heiress Is Cast Out, Then Makes a Name for Herself on the Island [The 1960s]" When Wang Manyun transmigrated into the story, the real heiress had just returned. The wealthy family promptly cast her out, and her fiance abandoned her... After gathering her things, Wang Manyun left the prestigious family everyone envied without taking a thing. She followed a fierce, cold, penniless man to an island, where she joined the military as his wife. Back in the capital, her former fair-weather friends pretended to sympathize while secretly rejoicing. What good was being pretty? She was still a flower planted in cow dung. A man that fierce was bound to beat his wife. Wang Manyun didn't become a haggard old wife or get beaten. Instead, she grew more radiant by the day. One glare from her big, watery eyes at her fierce husband, and he immediately crouched down, obedient to her every wish. By contrast, the real heiress, reborn into the wealthy family, grew wan and scrawny, her eyes lifeless... The true and fake heiresses became a striking study in contrast. Three years later, several of her former fair-weather friends were sent to the island with their parents for reeducation. Seeing Wang Manyun, who now seemed like a queen, they smiled obsequiously. "Sister, do you need a leg to cling to?" Wang Manyun, who was gentle and shy in front of her fierce husband: "Get lost!" Theme: Happiness is something you have to fight for. As long as you work hard enough, you can have it.