When a Wage Slave Becomes a Fake Young Master of a Tycoon Family

A ridiculous comedy featuring a fake-calm, lazy bottom who talks nonsense nonstop, and a cold, aloof top who says one thing but means another and is secretly passionate.

[Want to check out my upcoming novel of the same type, When a Male Maternity Nurse Transmigrates into a Wealthy Family's Baby-Making Novel?]

Xu Xiyan never imagined he'd die at the peak of his career.

He hadn't even had time to savor his World Chef trophy before he transmigrated into a novel as the fake young master of a wealthy family.

The fake young master was useless at everything. When the real young master returned, he threw tantrums and schemed, making the Xu family miserable.

He couldn't do anything right, but he was a first-rate troublemaker.

The real young master, Chen Anyan, was exceptionally clever, cold, and calculating. He toyed with the original host as if he were in the palm of his hand.

In the end, the original host was thrown out and died beneath a bridge.

Xu Xiyan: "..." To hell with the plot. I'd finally transmigrated into a wealthy family and wouldn't have to bow and scrape for a meager living. I'm choosing to lie around like a lazy fish.

But now he wasn't lying around like a lazy fish. He was lying rather indecently on Chen Anyan's bed.

Chen Anyan was taking pictures as evidence, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Xu Xiyan: "..." Stay calm. As long as I'm not being made to work overtime, there's no need to panic.

He slowly sat up and asked with a perfectly serious air, as if negotiating, "Could you delete those?"

The other man didn't react.

Then he tried to compromise. "If not, could you at least blur my face?"

*

Chen Anyan never expected his fake little brother, who spent every day pretending to be pitiful and using dirty tricks to set him up, to become so laid-back and indifferent, lounging around like a lazy fish all day.

He was also a great cook, and every so often he'd smile and make Chen Anyan an extra meal.

Chen Anyan: Playing the beauty card? Ha.

Xu Xiyan: They say people go soft after someone feeds them. I should be able to hang on for a few more days.

--- My Substitute Only Wants to Make Money is now ongoing ---

[Brooding top * jokester bottom]

[No wound is beyond the healing power of optimism (and absurdity)]

Comedy blogger Zhou Luoluo pulled an all-nighter writing jokes and died suddenly.

He transmigrated into a novel as the stand-in for Song Ling's beloved, the wealthy family's villain.

Song Ling grew up neglected by his parents, with a gloomy and obsessive personality.

The only clean place in his heart belonged to his beloved.

But his beloved ran away.

So Song Ling went even crazier.

When he lost his temper, he showed no mercy to anyone. Despite his remarkable intelligence, he spent all day plotting trouble.

Zhou Luoluo: "..." Poor thing.

The original host didn't know he was a stand-in. Spoiled by Song Ling's affection, he used him to make money and keep a pretty boy. When Song Ling found out and kicked him out, the host flew into a rage and exposed all of Song Ling's dirty secrets.

"..." What kind of plot leaves both sides ruined?

Zhou Luoluo thought it over. Keeping a pretty boy was out, but what about making money... would that be allowed?

When Zhou Luoluo arrived, the beloved had just left.

Song Ling was drunk, holding him tightly. His eyes were red, and he called out the beloved's name in a hoarse, passionate voice: "Please, don't go. Don't leave me."

Zhou Luoluo stood his ground. "Baby, I'm not going anywhere. Whoever leaves is a dog. But please let go first, or you'll squeeze me to death and ruin everything!"

*

Song Ling believed that even if he lived in a swamp, he would drag everyone else down into the abyss with him.

Until someone told him, with a perfectly serious expression, "You can't keep staring into the abyss. Try rolling your eyes at it instead."

Theme: Happiness is something you work for.