What Should I Do When My Partner Keeps Falling for Tragic-Novel Tropes?

This novel is expected to become paid on July 29~ Thank you to all my little angels for your support~~ *bows* Quick transmigration, shou splits into fragments I wanted to use love and warmth to change the villain. The villain wanted to melt me with love and warmth, too, and told me his cat could do backflips, then asked if I wanted to go to his house and take a look. Come on, it’s not like I wanted to... But a cat that can do backflips is really cool. (This conversation was reported by Mr. Chen, though later evidence showed he deeply regretted it.) Chen Lang: I was such a fool. I really was. World One: Tough guy with a tender heart, older brother × boy with a “bad luck” constitution (complete, tragic ending) The muscles bulged beneath the sleeves of Chen Lang’s floral tattoos. He held a little yellow duck and waved at the gloomy boy rumored to bring bad luck. “Hey, kid. Wanna come play with the duck?” “Sure, the big brother looks fierce and muscular, with a rough air like a bandit.” “But big brother loves you.” World Two: Calico cat who gained humanlike intelligence after the founding of the country × capricious, frail old man (complete, happy ending) A gloomy, antisocial man got a very strange calico cat. It was so skinny that only its little triangular face remained, its fur a mess. It was a walking, living meme captioned “The kitty is worried about you.” It understood people and their words, and sometimes even went with him to the market and helped carry the shopping bags home. It was practically a cat spirit. The man just kept seeing the calico sitting in a corner, swishing its tail as it pondered. He didn’t know that Chen Lang was struggling against the instinct all cats have to lick their little flowers. World Three: A plump deputy general forced to lay down his armor after defeat × a cruel and ruthless eunuch who wields enormous power (complete, tragic ending) Chen Lang looked at the tall man whose carriage he’d rammed with his little wheelchair, then at the servant beside him, trembling like a sieve. The servant still tried to pull Chen Lang out of the wheelchair so he could perform a formal bow, his contorted face accompanied by a Parkinsonian hand. Chen Lang thought he was done for. Later, no one could imagine how this little crippled mute, dismissed and sent back from the border after losing a battle, had managed to seduce that terrifying eunuch. World Four: Big-shot President Chen, who’s fierce but talks a little too much × gloomy, twisted shou who turns perverted in silence and crawls around (complete, sort of... a tragic ending?) Big Brother’s little green tea World Five: Sect-protecting artifact spirit gong × prince shou from the Cold Palace (in progress...) You can inherit me #Both leads are inexperienced. I write the outline as I go, so the story’s direction isn’t set. Readers have said that the endings of individual worlds, whether happy or tragic, affect their reading experience, so completed quick transmigration worlds will be marked with their endings. The endings of ongoing worlds are undecided. There’ll be both happy and tragic endings~ #May all the little angels who support the official release have a wonderful day every day~ A gong who thinks he’s normal but actually has a bit of a screw loose × A gloomy, black-lotus shou, lost while carrying the script of a tragic romance Hey, cuties passing by, would you be interested in checking out the upcoming gong’s-perspective novel next door? : Peacock Fish People on the StarNet say that General Beauville and his male spouse, Xie Yan, have a loveless marriage that’s all for show. He didn’t even make it to his own spouse’s funeral on time, arriving late. Only after the funeral ended and everyone had left did he stand silently by the gravestone for a long time. The adjutant looked at the general’s hard profile and his lips, always held in a tight line, and couldn’t guess what he was thinking. Everyone said General Beauville had been freed from a marriage that had bound him for years. Only the adjutant saw the little transparent bag in his hand, with a peacock fish inside. The little peacock fish swam through the water, trailing its gorgeous, magnificent tail fin. Its movements were slow, like those of an old man nearing the end of his life. It was already very old. It had lived for a full eight years. Even as a mutant, it had outlived the lifespan of its kind by many years. It was obvious how carefully it had been looked after. It was a gift Beauville had given Xie Yan eight years ago. It had lived until now, but Xie Yan had not. The adjutant felt a little wistful and couldn’t help wondering whether the general was feeling reluctant to let go. But the answer was obvious. Beauville was a born war machine, like steel, like ice, the most perfectly evolved body at the cutting edge of his era... The last thing the heart forged from steel did to end this thirty-seven-year marriage was gently place the peacock fish on the gravestone. But the peacock fish was just too old. Little by little, it could no longer swim. A cloudy film covered its eyes, and its belly slowly turned white before Beauville’s eyes. It died, too. Interstellar insectoid story, weak gong and strong shou Theme: No gold is perfectly pure, and no person is without flaws. Learn to accept your ordinary, imperfect self