I Haven't Been a Scumbag in Years (Quick Transmigration)

Xie Dongli had been taking on missions for years, living freely and doing as he pleased. Then he accepted a new kind of mission and met the one meant for him. From then on, he traveled across mountains and seas, staking everything on a gamble with no regrets and making a promise with no set date. P.S. Devoted gong x pitiful shou (can be understood as loyal-dog gong x pitiful shou). This story features a loyal-dog gong and redemption. The gong gives much more than he receives, and dotes on the shou. Readers who are gong-focused, please don't read if this bothers you. Thank you. [Completed Story] "I Accidentally Won Over a Scumbag from Qidian" Qiao Jia was a little bitter gourd, with a truly miserable life and truly bitter days. After working himself to death, he transmigrated into a Qidian novel he'd read, about a reborn protagonist starting a business and building a commercial empire. Most importantly, the protagonist, Song Ran, didn't have a golden finger. He was the real deal, a Godzilla of a man. At first, little Bitter Gourd secretly tried to cling to Boss Song's leg. "Boss, Boss! Can I be your driver in the future? I can do laundry, cook, and shine your shoes!" Song Ran: This guy would make a great secretary. Then Qiao Jia inched closer and secretly clung to Boss Song's leg. "Boss, Boss! Can I become an elite employee and earn a little money to buy a storefront and collect rent? I can do laundry, cook, shine shoes, and sell houses!" Song Ran: Qiao Baby's got a way of being a little too tempting. He'd make a great male wife. Then Qiao Jia turned out to be a real ace at selling houses. Little Bitter Gourd made a complete comeback, and Little Qiao became Boss Qiao, surging to the top and reaching the pinnacle of success! And so Song, the scumbag who'd always wanted to date several people at once and be a playboy, was in for a rough time. The scumbag's three-step plan to win back his wife: "Are you free? Come over tonight and let's talk about life." "Qiao Baby, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!" "Waaah, wife, look at me one more time!" Qiao Jia: … Bystanders: Cry louder! We can't hear you!!! [Upcoming Story] "After Raising Hell to My Heart's Content, I Sent Myself to the Crematorium": The year the world began to change, a black crack opened in the sky above the Arctic Circle. A bitter chill poured out, and the problem of global warming was suddenly brought under control. That same year, Xie Chao found a talking mirror in a village cemetery that grew more and more eerie by the day. Eight-year-old Xie Chao: "Mirror, mirror, who's the most handsome man in the world?" The mirror saw the bloody ghost behind Xie Chao. "Yun Qingsui." Xie Chao lowered his zipper and asked again, "Who's the most handsome man in the world?" The mirror went dark for a moment, then stammered, "X-Xie Yingjun." The world continued to develop in unpredictable ways. Far to the south, an immortal realm called Lingxiao appeared in midair, drawing countless people to kneel and seek immortality. That same year, Xie Chao came to a wishing well in the depths of an old forest, where black mist roiled. According to the villagers, anyone who beat the Well God at rock-paper-scissors would have one wish granted. Xie Chao, after winning: "Can I wish to become your father?" The Well God, as black as a lump of hardened ink: "..." Xie Chao: "Then can I wish to win every time I play rock-paper-scissors with you?" Well God: "..." Xie Chao: "Pah! What a useless god! You can't do this or that!" -, - [Completed Story] "My Diligent Years in the Cultivation World" Xu Zizhen transmigrated to the cultivation world with a sign-in System. Faced with vicious monsters, evil demonic cultivators, and hypocritical orthodox cultivators, he could only keep his head down in the beginner village and sign in, while getting up to petty mischief like stealing candied hawthorns from children and throwing firecrackers into the village chief's cowshed on New Year's. Saving up enough money to marry a husband was the greatest goal of his life. Emm... That little cultivator from Qingfang Mountain was exactly his type, and the shape of his nose suggested he was destined for greatness. Qingfang Mountain had a little cultivator with red lips and pearly white teeth, who ran into a troublesome fellow while still at the Qi Refining stage. He was flirtatious and mischievous. Later, Qingfang Mountain produced a great Mahayana Venerable, a peerless powerhouse just one step away from ascension, who doted on his wife without limit. Theme: Many make a good beginning, but few see it through