The Charming Scumbag Bottom Hooks Them in a Cliché Romance

Please add my next story in the same genre, "The Sickly Beauty Won't Play Along in the Battlefield of Love"!

Jiang Xinglan randomly chose a world where he could enjoy retirement, but accidentally picked the very world of scummy tops and pathetic bottoms he'd been in before. Even their appearances were exactly the same.

Back then, he'd played the doomed, pathetic beloved of several scummy tops a few times in this world.

The CEO ruined his future, toyed with him like a plaything, then abandoned him to die. The lawyer deprived him of his freedom and made him endure depression.

The esports player he'd cared for and raised turned a cold shoulder when he was framed, refusing to help and even becoming the final straw that broke him...

Jiang Xinglan: "."

Fine.

He looked at the replacement agreement held out to him, curled his lips, and gave a teasing, amused smile.

When it came down to the replacement and the beloved, who would they choose?

Later, the lofty CEO begged him with red eyes to turn back and look at him. The lawyer who had imprisoned him knelt on the ground, letting him do whatever he wanted. Everyone had fallen in love with him all over again, begging him to show them even a little affection.

Jiang Xinglan simply watched from the sidelines, looking on coldly. As they went mad fighting for his attention, he suddenly smiled, excitement and malice impossible to hide in his eyes.

"You say you love me?"

"Ah, how does someone manage to fall into the same river twice?"

He sighed as if in earnest, the smile on his lips wicked.

Once, when Jiang Xinglan got drunk, he ended up in bed with his immediate superior. He thought it was a one-off and didn't give it another thought, but beneath the man's calm exterior, he glimpsed a possessive and frenzied side.

"Why do you keep looking at them? Why won't you turn around and look at me..." The man's composed, self-possessed face shattered piece by piece before him. His pale, sickly fingertips trembled as they touched Jiang Xinglan's cheek, and his voice could barely contain its pain. "Could you look at me too, even if you were just pretending... You never see me..."

Jiang Xinglan merely curled his lips and offered him a sincere suggestion. "Fang Sichen, someone like me, who abandons you every time I finish a world, is someone you should forget as soon as possible."

1. Fang Sichen is the top. He has a fairly minor presence early on.

2. The protagonist is universally adored, extremely appealing. Before a relationship is established, he treats everything as a game, and is even more of a scumbag than the scummy tops. He does whatever he likes, completely on a whim.

3. The protagonist only ever sleeps with and loves the top. There's no one else.

4. Later, the scummy tops will learn his true identity and realize he's the same person.

5. 50% anti-piracy protection, 36 hours.

Pre-release: "The Sickly Beauty Won't Play Along in the Battlefield of Love":

Shen Zhou ran, the younger son adopted by the Shen family, lives inside a novel about a universally adored protagonist. He himself is a foolish, vicious, sickly villain.

How does he know?

Because at the very beginning of the story, someone transmigrated into his body, leaving him able to live only as a ghost inside it.

He watched the hopeless romantic in his body keep digging his own grave, trying to win the sincere love of four scummy tops, only to be discarded and become a laughingstock in their circle.

But one day, after the hopeless romantic's suicide attempt failed, he disappeared, and Shen Zhou ran regained control of his body.

Feeling how much frailer than before this body had become, as if one deep breath might be enough to kill him, Shen Zhou ran thought: I don't particularly want to live, but I don't particularly want to die either. I'll just leave things as they are :)

When the eldest young master of the Liang family heard that Shen Zhou ran had tried to kill himself over him, he sneered. "Shen Zhou ran, do you think this will get my attention? It only makes me sick."

The pale-lipped man lying in the hospital bed slowly raised his head. His face was cold and tired, his thin eyelids half lowered and his brows slightly furrowed. "Are you done? I just finished my IV and need to rest. Please leave."

Liang Siyan, who had been waiting for him to cry, curse, and threaten him with the person he loved: "...?"

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Shen Zhou ran had changed.

All the men he'd once pursued realized it.

But they only thought it was a new trick to make them chase him, and scoffed inwardly.

The arrogant new idol said disdainfully, "You think you're good enough to come to my concert? Don't think I don't know what you're plotting."

Later, watching Shen Zhou ran lying in a hospital bed, fragile as porcelain, he pleaded softly, "I saved you a seat in the front row. This time... could you come?"

His flirtatious childhood friend, who had never taken him seriously, once said, "You want to marry me? I don't plan on getting married this soon. But I might consider keeping you as a lover."

Not long afterward, he heard that the arranged marriage between their families had been called off. He stormed into the Shen residence in a fury, but all his anger vanished when he saw Shen Zhou ran covering his mouth to cough. He pleaded in a low voice, "I'll take good care of you from now on. Don't call off the engagement, okay?"

The gloomy, possessive upperclassman said coldly, "Don't let me see you near Xiao Yun again. You don't want to know what will happen."

Later, when he saw the kiss marks on Shen Zhou ran's slender, pale neck, he went mad and backed him into a corner, yet was so careful not to hurt him that he could barely touch him. His voice hoarse, he asked, "Tell me, who did this?"

Shen Zhou ran: ?

Which one of them had forgotten to take their medicine?

Even the universally adored protagonist came looking for him.

But in Shen Zhou ran's hospital room, he found the eldest son of the Shen family kneeling on one knee to help him put on his shoes and socks. The man straightened up, kissed his earlobe, and gazed at him tenderly.

"The weather's nice today. Ranran, would you like to go for a walk?"

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Shen Zhou ran had terrible luck. After a sudden turn of events, he was rushed into the emergency room, and the doctors issued several critical condition notices.

The scummy tops who had once looked down on him waited anxiously at the hospital. In the smoking room, they smoked one cigarette after another, eyes bloodshot as they repeated their prayers under their breath.

"Let him live."

"If he can live, I'll give up anything."

Even the eldest son of the Shen family, who was always unruffled in the business world, had trembling hands as he signed the critical condition notice, his writing barely recognizable.

Theme: No matter how rough the road ahead is, never give up on what you believe in.