Someone's Getting the Cremation Treatment, But I Won't Say Who

Xie Wen is thirty, a handsome, wealthy, and well-connected star of the industry, and a standout at concerts.

One day, while he was playing the violin at a concert, Jiang Zhiye happened to be sitting in the audience.

The infamous playboy and spoiled rich second-generation heir dug at his ear and sneered, "What kind of noise are you making on that violin? Is it even half as good as a professional's?"

Xie Wen came offstage without a change in expression and told the staff:

"Get that guy out of here. I'll pay him double for his ticket."

The two became enemies, fighting from the stage to backstage, and from strangers to familiar rivals, until they finally ended up together.

Jiang Zhiye gripped Xie Wen's chin and narrowed his eyes. "We're both getting on in years. I suggest you take this relationship seriously and talk it over with me."

Xie Wen really did take it seriously.

He kept Jiang Zhiye in his heart, thought of him constantly, and did his best to make up for every regret in his life.

Until one day, he saw Jiang Zhiye at a bar with the woman rumored to be his fiancee. In the dim light, the two were acting intimate.

So he planned to marry one at home and keep another on the side.

Xie Wen ran his tongue over his back teeth.

Jiang Zhiye never expected to run into Xie Wen there. In a panic, he grabbed him, wanting to explain.

Xie Wen slapped his hand away.

"Get lost."

On countless snowy nights afterward, Jiang Zhiye stood outside Xie Wen's home in the bitter wind. For once, he let go of his usual arrogance, his voice desolate and gentle.

"Please. Just see me."

"If we were a dozen years older, at the age when the light of life is about to go out, perhaps we would love again like fools gone mad. I've heard that when old men fall in love, it's like an old house catching fire: once it starts burning, there's no saving it." From Qian Zhongshu's Fortress Besieged

#Xie Wen is thirty, President Jiang is thirty-four: a love like an old house catching fire

#Warning: He's a bastard! Jiang Zhiye is a jerk. Expect melodrama, with both sweetness and bitterness

#No fiancee, it's fake. No wife-of-a-gay-man plotline

#A transformation story: stray dog becomes a devoted wife

#Content warning: There is a brief role reversal, just two lines in Chapter 68. Don't subscribe if that bothers you

#The cover was drawn by my friend @Lazy Cancer Patient Yeye, and the character designs are by @Silent Scholar

Coming soon: A Hellish Romance. A story about two underworld civil servants who bicker, then discover they used to be each other's ex-husbands:

He Yunzhi is the underworld's famous handsome, wealthy, and well-connected man, holding a senior position in the Administration Bureau.

At a joint conference between Heaven and Earth, he beat up a divine official and pulled down his pants. Numerous ghosts and gods reported him in writing, demanding severe punishment!

They say he enforces the law with his fists, never wasting words when he can throw a punch. Criminal suspects are horrified at the sight of him and take detours to avoid him.

The ghosts of the underworld whisper among themselves: Please, is there anyone in Heaven or Earth who can keep him in check?!

As a matter of fact, there is.

He Yunzhi has a sworn enemy known to every ghost and god: An Rushan, Director of the Office of Yin Law.

Whenever the two are in the same place, even the underworld's coldest halls fill with the smell of gunpowder!

As luck would have it, the King of Hell, chairman of the underworld's council, assigns An Rushan to supervise He Yunzhi as he works off his sentence in the human world.

And to make matters worse, the two keep bickering all the way from the underworld to the human world, unable to stand each other.

Just when He Yunzhi thinks he'll never get back to the underworld, his usually strict, steady, and calculating nemesis pins him down, loosens his perfectly smooth tie, and tosses a thick stack of complaint letters at him.

When he opens them, he finds they're all letters he wrote complaining about An Rushan's poor work.

"Want to get back to the underworld? Then don't sleep tonight. I'll let you go when you've read every letter."

He Yunzhi doesn't get any sleep all night. Whenever he starts nodding off as he reads, An Rushan gently squeezes the back of his neck.

"Good boy. Keep reading."

He Yunzhi, politely: Screw you.

#The top died in the 1980s and has a bit of an old-school bureaucrat vibe

#Past and present lives, melodramatic, but also a little sweet!

Theme: Take love seriously and be a decent person.