The Dragon-Ao-Tian Hero Fled While Pregnant! [Book Transmigration]

Looking for advance readers! My other novel, The Canary Who Dared to Defy His Master, is now underway. My Sickly Beauty of a Husband Still Hasn't Died Yet

Gu Zhongli transmigrated into a book, and not just any book, but an old-fashioned novel. He became the domineering male lead who was always going on about how the king would fall when the skies turned cold.

The author abandoned the story before finishing it, dropping the account and ending the novel just after the original protagonist took control of the country's economic lifeline. Gu Zhongli had only three days left to live.

Heaven wants me dead.

Gu Zhongli figured he only had three days anyway, so what did it matter if he went wild for once? His first time at a nightclub. His first time getting physical with a guy. His first time being kissed on the cheek.

Ah, I've no regrets in this life.

But when the third day was over, why was he still alive?

"System, what's going on? Why am I still alive?"

The System crunched on potato chips and mumbled, "I vaguely remember you have to win over a supporting male character in the book to earn more life points. I can't remember the details, either."

Gu Zhongli: Useless System. What good are you?

At that moment, Gu Zhongli stood at the entrance to a narrow alley, watching in disbelief as the sweet, innocent supporting male character he was supposed to win over kicked a burly man flying.

Gu Zhongli: ...This mission seems... a little difficult.

Jian Qixuan stared at the visibly stunned Gu Zhongli with his dark eyes. Then he raised his arms, shivering, and said flatly, "Wah, wah, I'm so scared."

Gu Zhongli rushed forward without hesitation, stood on tiptoe, and draped an arm around Jian Qixuan's neck. With a wicked smile, he delivered his line: "Hmph, man. Don't be afraid. I admit your little tricks have seduced me."

Bonus Scene

After a drinking party, on the villa rooftop.

Gu Zhongli tugged at Jian Qixuan's tie, his eyes watery. He was as ferociously adorable as a cat with its claws out. "Man, hic, unlimited spending on black cards, buy whatever clothes you want, live in whichever villa you like, and kiss me whenever you want. What else, what else are you unhappy about?"

Jian Qixuan looked at the flushed man rubbing himself against him, his eyes growing darker by the moment. He lifted Gu Zhongli's chin and kissed him hard. "I want to be with you forever."

"Hmph, granted." Gu Zhongli wiped the bead of blood from the corner of his mouth, then contentedly fell asleep in Jian Qixuan's arms.

Much later, Gu Zhongli swallowed as he touched his bulging belly. Damn it, the lousy author even left the childbirth plot unresolved!

A cute, goofy bottom #An emotionally detached top who only feels anything for the bottom

P.S. It might not be goofy enough, but it's definitely sweet!

Advance Reader Copy 1: The Canary Who Dared to Defy His Master!

The day Tang Yan died, snow filled the sky. A speeding car ran over his limbs, and the blood that poured from him instantly stained the street red. As his consciousness faded, Tang Yan suddenly thought that, after all this time, he'd never gotten to see what Xie Zhengge looked like.

Tang Yan was the head of the Tang family, a family that held immense sway over Lincheng. Behind closed doors, he was also the blind man everyone mocked.

The illegitimate son of the Tang family's head, born after a night of passion. The blind man who deserved to be struck by heaven at sixteen. The demon who deserved to go to hell when he died. Tang Yan had long since grown used to the gossip. He didn't care. The only thing he cared about was the canary he kept at home, the canary he'd snatched from a party.

"Mr. Wang, you've misunderstood. I'm an actor, and I was invited to this party. I'm not here to sell myself."

How should he put it? Tang Yan had never heard a voice that beautiful. For the first time in his life, he felt desire. He wanted him.

So, on the small balcony on the hotel's second floor, Tang Yan leaned on his white cane, raised his sightless yet inexplicably bright eyes, and said coolly, "Come with me. I'll give you whatever you want."

"All right."

Tang Yan had always known that his relationship with Xie Zhengge was nothing more than a transaction, but he couldn't help falling for him. He also knew Xie Zhengge didn't love him. Not at all.

The most they'd ever done was hold hands and hug. As he closed his eyes for the last time, Tang Yan thought that he regretted ever meeting Xie Zhengge, and regretted even more that he'd never told him he liked him.

Who could have guessed that when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself held in familiar yet unfamiliar arms, while the man respectfully called him, "Sir."

Wait. Did he... come back to life?

Tang Yan rolled away from Xie Zhengge's embrace and quietly picked at the bedsheet. He was still keeping him. What was he supposed to do? Help, I'm waiting!

*

The day Xie Zhengge planned to propose was snowy. He stood among a sea of roses, but Tang Yan never came. All that arrived was his corpse.

After that, Xie Zhengge went mad. No one knew how he brought down the Tang family's business empire in a year, or how he sent the powerful Tang family members to prison.

His little sir couldn't see, and he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder. Xie Zhengge was so careful with him that he feared he might break him if he held him too tightly, or melt him if he held him in his mouth. He was restrained in every way, always holding himself back. Who could have imagined Tang Yan would die without ever knowing how he felt?

This time around, to hell with holding back. His wife is about to run away. Why should he care about restraint?

"Little sir, why didn't I get a good-morning kiss today? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Baby, why are you blushing? Was I too rough?"

"Boyfriend, look up at me, will you?"

Damn it, Tang Yan regretted it even more. This wasn't a canary. It was a clingy little thing.

P.S. The bottom's eyesight will recover, a famous medical miracle from Jinjiang.

Advance Reader Copy 2: My Sickly Beauty of a Husband Still Hasn't Died Yet

Lu Congzhou transmigrated as the cannon-fodder husband in a novel about a marriage meant to bring good fortune. His family's business was on the verge of bankruptcy, and his disgusting father married him off to the story's great villain in exchange for fifty million in working capital.

The great villain was not only on the brink of death, but also eccentric, sinister, and cruel. He was known in their circle as the Tyrant.

That wasn't all. Lu Congzhou's only purpose in the story was to serve as a foil to the protagonist bottom. He was an untalented, universally disliked C-list entertainer who shamelessly rode the protagonist top's coattails.

The protagonist bottom, on the other hand, was everyone's beloved, a cute top-tier star who became famous as soon as he debuted and was also the object of the protagonist top's open and secret affection.

Time and again, Lu Congzhou tried to trip up the protagonist bottom, only to be humiliated through face-slapping and suffer plenty of hardship. Later, after the top died, Lu Congzhou lost his only leverage. He was framed, disfigured, and forced to leave the entertainment industry, disappearing from the story for good.

Lu Congzhou understood. He was struggling in a bottomless swamp, and the only lifeline he could grab was Huo Beichuan.

The first step to saving himself: keep Huo Beichuan alive.

Beneath flowering branches, Lu Congzhou saw Huo Beichuan for the first time. He reclined in a swaying chaise lounge, turning a piece of jade green all the way through in his hand. Though it was July, a light blanket covered his legs. From afar, he looked cold and handsome, yet so frail and pitiful that Lu Congzhou's breath caught.

Damn, maybe he wasn't that unwilling after all. If they'd said it was a beauty, no, a patient, from the start...

*

At first, Huo Beichuan hadn't wanted to marry the wife his grandfather had foisted on him. He had only three months to live and didn't want to ruin anyone else's life. But later, that person awkwardly made medicinal meals for him, secretly warmed his bed, went to great lengths to treat his illness, and innocently kissed and cuddled him. Suddenly, Huo Beichuan wanted to live a little longer, and then a little longer still. His darling was sweet, gentle, and pure. What would he do without Huo Beichuan to protect him?

Bonus Scene

Lu Congzhou stared pensively at the freshly printed pregnancy test report. He poked Huo Beichuan in the waist and asked blankly, "Weren't you supposed to be dying?"

Huo Beichuan: "Baby, my health is poor. That doesn't mean I'm impotent. You personally fed me tiger penis and deer antler liquor, and goji berry and mutton soup. So what if you're pregnant? Anyone can give birth."

"R-Really?"

Lu Congzhou felt like something was off, but he couldn't put his finger on it. As a result, Huo Beichuan stayed by his side for one, two, and then countless years before Lu Congzhou finally figured it out. Weren't you supposed to be on your deathbed so I could inherit your hundreds of billions? How did you end up healthier than me?

Theme: Work hard to live, and keep hope in your heart no matter what hardships you face.