Cheng Yuzhou transmigrated into a book, becoming the irresistible heartthrob in a novel where everyone adored the protagonist.
A stoic butler, an enthusiastic childhood friend, and a circle of handsome, high-quality men. Cheng Yuzhou was stunned. Was this... heaven?
As a pitiful nobody with no one to rely on, Cheng Yuzhou was ready to make the most of his new life.
*
At a party, Yue Shiqing, one of the novel’s powerful figures, made his entrance.
He accidentally spilled red wine on Cheng Yuzhou’s suit.
Yue Shiqing looked apologetic.
Cheng Yuzhou, with the knowing air of someone who’d seen it all, thought: This charming little darling has caught his eye.
Just look at him: six parts infatuation, three parts intoxication, and a trace of resentment at being unable to have me!
N days later, Cheng Yuzhou suddenly realized he’d transmigrated into the wrong book. This wasn’t a heartthrob novel!
The butler was watching him like a hawk because his original self was always abusing him.
His childhood friend was relentlessly pursuing him because his original self owed him money.
Cheng Yuzhou looked at the powerful man beside him in terror.
The man smiled faintly. “You’re not thinking of running away, are you?”
The man said, “Look into my eyes. They’re filled with six parts infatuation, three parts intoxication, and a trace of resentment at being unable to have you. How could you bear to leave me?”
Cheng Yuzhou clutched his head in anguish. “Stop talking. I’m already socially dead.”
“I’m Not Crazy, I’m Not Sick”
The only immortal peach on the old peach tree in the palace absorbed the imperial aura and gained a spirit.
Yu Tao fell into silence. Why did everyone else have a dad? If they had one, he wanted one too! Peachy wasn’t going to lose!
Yu Tao wandered around the palace for a long time, then finally decided who he wanted as his dad. The wildest peach deserved the wildest dad.
He was going to be the tyrant’s son!
*
They say everyone in the Yu clan is sick. The late emperor died at thirty.
Yu Ze ascended the throne while still young, accomplishing many great things and killing many people.
The people’s greatest wish was to see him drop dead. Yu Ze had no harem, seemingly determined to let his family line die out with him.
One day, a tiny voice suddenly sounded from the tyrant’s sleeping quarters.
Oh no! The tyrant secretly had a baby behind our backs!
*
Yu Ze had been troubled lately. Things had started going wrong after the Ghost Festival.
He vaguely remembered drinking too much that day, but no matter how much he drank, he couldn’t have gained a son overnight, could he?
Looking at his chubby little son, Yu Ze fell silent.
Rumor had it that General Yue’s greatest dream was to become Empress. He’d been off fighting for two years, and the emperor’s son was already three.
The more General Yue thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Something was afoot.
The palace guards often saw General Yue whispering with the crown prince. They didn’t dare say anything, afraid that even ten heads wouldn’t be enough to save them.
One night, as usual, the tyrant went to visit his darling son, only to find someone shamelessly sprawled across the imperial bed.
General Yue looked bashful. “The crown prince said the harem has a vacancy. He has taken a liking to me.”
Peachy had found the wildest dad and was now looking for the wildest mom. He and General Yue hit it off right away.
When Yu Ze learned the truth, he went mad. “Get away from me! Your muscles are firmer than mine. Why would I make you my empress?!”
“I understand now. You’re the ones who are sick!”
“Your Wish Is Known to God”
One day, this slogan appeared on every street corner: “Want to make your wish come true? Come find God.”
Chong Rang didn’t have any wishes. He’d been tricked into this.
As soon as he arrived, he found himself back at seventeen, wearing his school uniform on his way to class.
His new deskmate was a shy boy.
The student in front of him whispered mysteriously, “Wishing really works. He can make all your wishes come true.”
The new deskmate, Qiyuan, proudly straightened his back.
Chong Rang: “There’s no savior in this world. Anyone who helps others fulfill their wishes without expecting anything in return is an idiot.”
Qiyuan had been happily swaying in his seat, but now froze. With tears in his eyes, he looked at his new classmate. “Don’t you think helping people makes you happy?”
Chong Rang: “No. I’d rather be a sorrowful lackey.”
*
N days later
Chong Rang: “I have a beautiful wish. I hope Qiyuan will be my boyfriend.”
Qiyuan: “???”
“What kind of nonsense is this from a sorrowful lackey?”
This novel is also known as “Poseidon Polly and the Sorrowful Lackey.” It’s probably an atypical Infinite Flow story that isn’t all that scary.
A socially awkward god x a shameless, completely smitten gong
Here’s a recommendation for my friend’s novel, “After Transmigrating into a Book, I Only Want to Cling to the Powerful”: Si Shi Chun
Yao Huan died young and unexpectedly transmigrated into a book, becoming the male wife who cheats on the villain.
A brutal start. Yao Huan declared that he was willing to keep his head down for another hundred years.
He arrived on the night of his wedding to the villain.
The man tossed him a check for five million. “Don’t bother me unless you have to.”
Yao Huan’s eyes sparkled. “You got it, boss!”
*
Having so much money was almost overwhelming, and Yao Huan figured he ought to show his appreciation somehow.
So...
Breakfast: freshly air-freighted from xxxx.
Yao Huan: I can’t keep it all to myself. I’ll get some for my dear husband too.
Out shopping: Buy three, get one free at such-and-such brand?!!
Yao Huan’s eyes lit up. “I’ll take it! The free gift goes to my husband.”
The villain stared silently at the lovingly prepared breakfast and gifts in his office.
He really is madly in love with me...
Yao Huan: I’m not! I only love money!
A story about someone who’s fallen in love with himself, while the other person only loves money.
Theme: Don’t let circumstances define you. Someone who truly likes you will accept all of you.
Gone?!! Such a beautiful little sweet article, you only have this little bit!! Wuwuwuwuwuwu
My dear, I haven't seen enough!! ~
Happy day, happy day, haha
Falling in love with a slow-moving novel is like falling in love with a wild horse (Withered Rose. Jpg)
My treasure, will there be any extras?
Good-looking, but a bit short
My treasure, I am still waiting for you with such a cute and cute girl. Are you sure you are really that short???????
The head of the Cheng family is still a non-mainstream person, hahahahaha
Ouch, there is no netizen forum!!
Great writing, madam! I've seen big things happen, and I hope you'll be happy. Hug