I'm a lawyer. One day, I transmigrated into a cultivation BL novel. Because I looked so much like a powerful cultivator's beloved, I was brought home as his replacement.
The powerful cultivator was busy: cultivating, ascending to immortality, and ruling the cultivation world. Even so, he still gave me a thousand years of cultivation every month.
Every now and then, though, he'd gaze at me in silence and reminisce about his beloved.
I was quite happy with this life, doing my duty as a stand-in. I'd hand him a handkerchief when he cried and make him hangover soup when he got drunk.
Until his beloved came back.
The powerful cultivator promptly gave me a divorce agreement. I left quite happily with the ten thousand years of cultivation he'd given me as a breakup settlement.
Just as I was making a name for myself in the cultivation world with that settlement, the powerful cultivator found me and said he regretted it.
I thought it over and realized, oh, he wanted to get back together with me. I frowned. It wasn't impossible to arrange.
But clearly, that would cost extra.
Theme: Prosperity and democracy.
