Watching My Arch Enemy's Wife-Chasing Crematorium

[Completed: "The Ruthless Dao Lord Goes Mad for Me"; "Reborn and Forced to Fake a Romance with My Nemesis"; "A Hater of the Movie Star on the Surface, His Wife in Reality [Book Transmigration]" ] [Upcoming Historical Danmei: "The Traitor's Inner Thoughts Are Unfit for Human Ears!"; "Three Sentences That Make the Dragon-Proud Protagonist Lose It"; Upcoming Contemporary Danmei: "To Be Continued"] As soon as Qi Yin emerged from seclusion, he heard some explosive gossip about his nemesis, Bei Hao. They said that a hundred years ago, Bei Hao descended to the mortal realm to undergo tribulation. Reborn as a mortal, he poured his heart and soul into helping the Son of Heaven's Mandate achieve greatness amid the chaos of war. They stood by each other through life and death, entangled in a complicated relationship for most of their lives. In the end, for the sake of his ambitions, the Son of Heaven started a relationship with Bei Hao and then cast him aside, growing distant from him and even plotting the death of Bei Hao's closest friend. Finally, grief and depression consumed Bei Hao, and he died. Qi Yin gleefully devoured the gossip and remarked, "That friend of Bei Hao's from the mortal realm, Zhongli Ying, was deeply in love with him and devoted to him, even surrendering himself for Bei Hao's sake and bringing disaster upon himself. But Bei Hao only knew how to keep entangling himself with the emperor, never realizing his friend's deep affection. He was the world's biggest fool!" Later, he discovered that the fool was actually himself. * Bei Hao came back from the underworld once more, having failed to find Zhongli Ying's soul. Looking utterly lost, he walked into the downpour, seeming especially desolate and lonely. Qi Yin stood beside him under an umbrella, making a snide remark: "Look on the bright side. Maybe he couldn't find you because he thought you were bad luck." Bei Hao's throat filled with blood, and he staggered on the verge of collapse. Bei Hao sat motionless before Zhongli Ying's tomb, which held only his clothes and crown. His eyes were vacant, his face pale, his expression grief-stricken. Qi Yin stood to the side, cracking sunflower seeds. He clicked his tongue twice and said, "Belated affection is cheaper than grass." The blow hit Bei Hao so hard he nearly went into qi deviation. Later, an impostor claiming to be Zhongli Ying appeared. He said that if Bei Hao offered up his divine power and primordial spirit, he could bring Zhongli Ying back to life. Qi Yin panicked. First, he beat the impostor until his soul was scattered, then snapped, "You are the biggest idiot alive! You actually believed that? I'm Zhongli Ying!" As soon as the words left his mouth, Qi Yin realized he'd let the truth slip. He swallowed and asked earnestly, "If I say I was joking, will you believe me?" Bei Hao rushed forward and clung tightly to Qi Yin, who was trying to leave. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse and trembling. "A Yin, I believe you. You are him..." * One day, Qi Yin found one of Bei Hao's jade slips and read his diary. X month X day. Did Qi Yin admit today that he's A Ying? No. He called me bad luck. X month X day. Did Qi Yin admit today that he's A Ying? No. He called me cheap. X month X day. Did Qi Yin admit today that he's A Ying? He did. He called me an idiot. X year X month X day. I want to merge A Yin into my bones and blood. I want him to see no one but me, to belong to me alone. I want to lock him by my side, day and night, for all eternity. Qi Yin hadn't even had time to get angry when the last line set off alarm bells. He immediately packed his things and prepared to run. At the door, he saw the peerlessly handsome, cool and composed Divine Lord walking toward him. His voice was clear and deep, but Qi Yin felt a chill run down his spine, his lower back ache more, and his legs grow weak. "A Yin, where are you going?" the Divine Lord asked with a smile. Fiery-tempered beauty god on the receiving end X cool, scheming, obsessive Divine Lord on the pursuing end [Reading Guide] 1. A very traditional melodramatic romance, bittersweet and emotionally driven. Most of the story is devoted to love and romance. 2. The pursuing and receiving leads remain strictly monogamous in both body and heart. "To Be Continued": Qin Yu thought he would never see Su Daixu again in this lifetime. Until one day, Su Daixu stood surrounded by countless frenzied fans and looked at him coldly. Qin Yu forced his way through the crowd and led Su Daixu away from the chaos. "Thank you." "You're welcome." "Long time no see." "Yeah. Long time no see." The other man was distant, so Qin Yu remained polite. Ten years was a long time. Being able to exchange even this brief greeting was enough, Qin Yu thought. * Su Daixu had imagined a thousand times how he would react when he saw Qin Yu again. He might cry until his eyes were red, curse him out, or even punch him. But he did none of those things. He only held back his surging emotions and forced himself to maintain a shred of dignity. The other man was distant, too. Ten years had passed, and all they could do was exchange such a cool greeting. Su Daixu couldn't accept it. * Su Daixu was a top-tier beauty with a heavenly voice and a gift for songwriting. His fans were all over the world, and he was currently the most popular superstar in music. In many people's eyes, Su Daixu was radiant and bright, pure and flawless, an angel who had descended to earth to spread love and tenderness. But no one knew that the Angel Su would obsessively watch the surveillance cameras at home, his gaze dark and fixated. On screen, Qin Yu would cook, read, or sleep. Sometimes the chains around his wrists and ankles came into view, and that reassured Su Daixu more than anything. * Qin Yu was the founder of Dinghuan International Security Group. He had a stunning, model-perfect face that easily attracted admirers, but his disposition was as hard as a mountain, ruthless and cold, making people afraid to approach him. In many people's eyes, Qin Yu could never fall for anyone, let alone become obsessed with them. But no one knew that Qin Rushan had collected every official and unofficial piece of Su Daixu's media from childhood to the present, attended every one of his concerts, visited every place Su Daixu had been, and indulged in using a Su Daixu body double doll at night, consumed by obsession. Deranged, obsessive receiving lead X devoted, lovesick pursuing lead "The Traitor's Inner Thoughts Are Unfit for Human Ears!": In his previous life, Lan Hexue was a court historian. King Liang ordered him to be executed by waist-slicing for writing one sentence in the historical records: "King Liang murdered his elder brother and killed his father." Reborn in a new life, he unexpectedly gained the ability to hear other people's thoughts. He discovered a treacherous rebel even more outrageous than King Liang: the newly crowned top scholar, Ning Naihe. "Tsk, when will I get to sit on that throne?" "Ha! What a fool that King Liang, the supposed protagonist, is. I'll find a chance to get him killed." "No wonder everyone sees Lan Hexue as their unattainable beloved. He really is peerlessly elegant, so beautiful you can't look away. Too bad he dies early in the book. His waist is so slender, I bet I could wrap one hand around it." Lan Hexue was shocked and silently covered his waist with his sleeve. * Ning Naihe was a noble scion of an influential family, the newly crowned top scholar, elegant as a jade tree and brilliantly gifted. He was the dream lover of countless women, yet for some reason, Lord Lan couldn't stand him. One day, the two ran into each other by chance. Lan Hexue greeted him and hurried to leave, but Ning Naihe grabbed him by the wrist. Ning Naihe spoke earnestly, sounding aggrieved. "Have I offended you somehow, Lord Lan? You always avoid me as if I were a snake or scorpion." What Lan Hexue heard in Ning Naihe's thoughts: What fragrance is Lan Hexue wearing? Orchid? It smells wonderful. His wrist is so slender, it looks like I could snap it with a twist. And so white, like snow. It would look beautiful wrapped in black chains and laid against a red wedding quilt... Hm? Why is he blushing? So cute. Lan Hexue shoved him away and fled in a panic. * Even knowing he would die, Lan Hexue held fast to a historian's integrity and faithfully recorded everything the treacherous minister Ning Naihe did. "Ning Naihe holds power over the court, calls a deer a horse, and overturns the laws of the dynasty. He is a corrupt and treacherous minister." "Ning Naihe controls the emperor to command the nobles, secretly takes the imperial jade seal, and appoints himself chancellor. His actions are outrageous. He is a traitor and rebel." Years later, Lan Hexue, still very much alive, sat in Ning Naihe's arms on the dragon throne. Ning Naihe guided his hand to write in the historical records: "The emperor and Hexue shared in each other's joys and sorrows, stood together through life and death, and loved each other deeply, pledging to grow old together. Hexue is the emperor's consort, and the emperor has ordered him to attend to him every day without refusal." The thoughts Lan Hexue heard: Ancient clothes are so complicated. They're such a pain to take off. It would be great if Hexue could go without clothes every day. Lan Hexue: ?! Bright and principled historian on the receiving end X treacherous, perverted pursuer "Three Sentences That Make the Dragon-Proud Protagonist Lose It": Meng Xuli was the young lord of the greatest immortal sect in the Nine Provinces. Peerlessly handsome, elegant and refined, and immensely talented, he was the heaven-blessed prodigy with the best chance of ascending to immortality. Yet he married young, and his spouse was a man. Countless people lamented the news. Some said Ying Huai had no cultivation, was weak and easily bullied, and was good for nothing, utterly unworthy of Meng Xuli. Some said Meng Xuli married Ying Huai only because he had a rare, naturally born agarwood bone, and that he would abandon Ying Huai once he had used him. Others said Meng Xuli let his clan members bully Ying Huai and was always cold and harsh toward him, proving he didn't care about him at all. Ying Huai didn't care. He continued to love Meng Xuli passionately and hoped that one day Meng Xuli would love him in return. Later, people said Meng Xuli was deeply in love with his master, and that he cultivated so desperately just to ascend to the Upper Realm and find him. Others said Ying Huai looked a lot like Meng Xuli's master. He was just a substitute. Ying Huai finally understood. So that was it. * Meng Xuli was cold and indifferent by nature. His heart held only the path of cultivation and ascension. Everyone and everything else was insignificant to him, not worth mentioning. So whenever Ying Huai gazed at him with shining eyes and asked whether he loved him, Meng Xuli could only think that mortals really were vulgar. Later, Ying Huai fell off a cliff and died. Before he did, he left behind three sentences. "Honestly, your skills are really bad." "I've always treated you as a substitute for the person I love. You look more like him when you smile, but it's a shame you don't smile much." "I'm pregnant, but the child isn't yours." On the first day, Meng Xuli was unmoved. On the second day, Meng Xuli's hair turned white overnight, his eyes went bloodshot, and he completely fell into demonic cultivation. On the third day, Meng Xuli went on a killing spree, bathing the cultivation world in blood. * A hundred years later, on the day of the wedding between the Demon Lord Ying Huai and the Divine Lord Taiyan, the newly appointed Demon Emperor came charging up the mountain, his eyes red with rage. The System shrieked in his mind: Host, isn't this the mission target you got wrong last time? Meng Xuli's silver hair streamed in the wind. He was covered in blood and radiated murderous fury as he fixed his gaze on Ying Huai and walked toward him one step at a time. Ying Huai swallowed, then shoved the Divine Lord Taiyan forward. "Go on, husband!" Meng Xuli's gaze fell on the Divine Lord, who wore red wedding robes and looked seventy or eighty percent like him. He went even more completely mad. Theme: It is never too late to correct one's mistakes; doing so is the greatest virtue.