The Scum Gong Begs Me Not to Make Him Pay (Quick Transmigration)

[I feel like I can't write this well. I've revised it countless times and still have no idea what to do. I really can't get it written. I bow and apologize to everyone.]

I accidentally discovered that I was a resident of a novel.

And not just any resident: I was the tragic, self-sacrificing protagonist, a bottom who'd be left penniless, made to stand in for someone else, and killed so the scum top could prove his Dao. My life's goal was to wait for the scum top to come to his senses and return to me, so we could live happily ever after.

The company's new CEO was always showing up wherever I went. With a head full of scrolling comments, he looked down at me with his cold, handsome face and tried to get me to accept his replacement offer. "Don't be ungrateful. Being like him is your good fortune."

I couldn't understand. Is being blind a basic skill for scum tops?

Otherwise, how could he dare?

My resume clearly lists a black belt in taekwondo under special skills!

World One: The CEO Scum Top's Crematorium

As one of the stand-ins for the CEO scum top's white moonlight, Jiang Choumian knew that looks and bearing were all superficial. To be a good replacement, the only thing that mattered was having the same personality.

So when the scum top came looking for him to reminisce over the person he resembled, Jiang Choumian followed the white moonlight's persona as a straight guy who hated gay men and liked to throw punches, and gave the scum top a hard slap across the face.

The scum top clutched his face, his head ringing.

Jiang Choumian (obediently): You wanted me to imitate your white moonlight. Was my personality not close enough? If that's not enough, should I give you a few more?

Comments: ??? Why is the protagonist in this crematorium story hitting people?

World Two: The Phoenix Man Scum Top's Crematorium

At the time, Jiang Choumian was still the pampered young heir to a fortune. He had people round up a group of ragged, handsome, distinguished-looking orphan boys from poor neighborhoods, then made them kneel in two rows in a lavish hall.

Sitting on a chair encrusted with splendid jewels, Jiang Choumian looked troubled. Which one of them was the phoenix man scum top?

How about this: whoever works hardest to please me gets to be my husband.

Jiang Choumian thought this was the only way to make the scum top stand out.

But under You Su's guidance, the malicious competition nearly left the scum top sleeping forever.

Comments: ...Wait, why did my baby suddenly become so low-class?

World Three: The Scum Top Who Kills His Wife to Prove His Dao's Crematorium

The scum top gazed tenderly at Jiang Choumian and drew his sword, then uttered these tender yet heartless words: "I love you. You are my Dao. To prove my Dao, I have to kill you. How can the world offer a way to have it both ways? I'll wait for you to find me in your next life and take your revenge."

The comments were just as excited:

[Waaah, my baby is so devoted. He's just bad with words! If he doesn't prove his Dao, he won't be able to stand beside the bottom someday. Besides, the bottom won't really die. My baby will be hated by the bottom when he comes back to life and cultivates again. This is so painful. Can't the bottom be a little more understanding?]

[Oh my god, I think the top is kind of pitiful too. The bottom only lost his body, but the top personally killed his own feelings! Waaah, from now on, that stern, cold sword cultivator with a hint of warmth is gone forever.]

[He didn't even plan to destroy the bottom's soul. Isn't he clearly giving the bottom a chance to cultivate again and hate him? Let's see who still dares call a sword cultivator a scum top!]

Unexpectedly, Jiang Choumian dodged the attack in the next instant and thrust his sword back at the scum top. The scum top, pierced through, stared at him in disbelief.

Jiang Choumian, looking devoted: No need to wait for our next life, darling. I forgot to tell you, your Dao seems pretty useful, so I cultivated the same kind of Dao, killing my husband to prove it. I love you so much, how could I use the person I'm rumored to be seeing to prove my Dao? I can only use you. I know you'll understand.

The scum top swore up a storm: What the #@★&?

Comments:

How can you be like this?

You're fighting dirty!

But... it does feel kind of satisfying...

■ There are more than three worlds, and they won't be written in order.

■ 1v1, the romance develops gradually. I mainly want to practice writing the romance plot (lights cigarette.jpg).

■ Younger, scheming, unhinged top

Theme: Sincere love should not be trampled on carelessly.