Mr. Lu and His Little Husband

[Promoting two upcoming stories: Heard My Husband Loved Someone He Could Never Have, an ancient setting with a male lead; and I Wasn't Trying to Steal Your Heroine, with a male lead. Ugh, what terrible titles...]

Other people eat pastries while you beg for food. Other people eat noodles while you mooch off their meal. Other people eat dumplings while you peel garlic. The neighbor's ger laughs at you for sneaking a look. The neighbor's food smells good, and the neighbor's ger smells even better...

A domineering CEO transmigrates into a farming novel, becomes the richest man in the village, leads the whole village in building roads, puts up a villa halfway up the mountain, and dares to fight bandits and barbarians. He doesn't even flinch in front of a prince. The only thing he fears is his husband not letting him back into their room...

Lu Hao: "These pastries are delicious. Very good, you've successfully caught my attention."

Lu Hao: "It's getting cold. Time to get myself a husband."

Lu Hao: "You dare mess with him? You're dead."

Lu Hao: "I'm telling you, Lu Hao's ideal life is Meng Hansu."

Lu Hao: "I bought this mountain so my husband can pick mushrooms for fun."

Lu Hao: "I bought that pasture to raise cows and goats for milk, so I can make formula for my son."

Lu Hao: "So what if he used to be the Grand Tutor? Now he's teaching my son to read."

A ridiculous, domineering CEO and doting husband of a top × a warmhearted, considerate, practical bottom

Content warning: Due to the author's limited intelligence, there are no geniuses in this story. There are saintly, ridiculous, and sweetly naive characters. No angst or major twists.

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Title: Heard My Husband Loved Someone He Could Never Have. Not angsty, just fun.

The young ger Bisheng tried everything to win his husband's affection. He learned music, chess, calligraphy, painting, cooking, and embroidery, but her husband, Gu Shen, only had eyes for his white moonlight, Wei Ling Si. When the Gu family's shops ran into trouble, Bisheng invested his entire dowry. The business later made a fortune, but Gu Shen withdrew all the money to help Wei Ling Si, giving it to the man Wei Ling Si loved so he could fund the army. When they heard the war on the front lines was worsening and Wei Ling Si had gone missing, Gu Shen ignored his own safety and went to look for him. Bisheng was worried and went with him. In the end, Wei Ling Si and Gu Shen both returned unharmed, while Bisheng lost an arm.

Wu Bisheng woke up furious. He couldn't tell whether he'd dreamed after reading a story or read a story in a dream, but he was so angry. How could anyone write a ger this stupid?

Just then, his mother came to see him, beaming. "Sheng'er, you haven't been able to get married all these years because your father gave you the wrong name. I just had a master do the calculations, and from now on your name is Wu Bisheng. I guarantee you'll be able to get married!"

Wu Bisheng's first thought was, "Mom, please, that name can't be changed!" His second was, What happened to the story? I think I need to reread it.

The first time Wu Bisheng met Gu Shen, he couldn't believe anyone could be as pure as ice and fragrant as a plum blossom. Standing quietly there, he was like a painting. Wu Bisheng was used to seeing broad, burly, shiny-faced men at the martial arts school, so looking at Gu Shen felt like washing his eyes. "Mom, he's so handsome. Maybe I could marry him!"

On their wedding night, Gu Shen said, "We can only be husband and wife in name. I won't consummate the marriage. If you want a divorce, I'll give you one whenever you like."

Wu Bisheng flipped up his veil. "Why do you get to decide we won't consummate the marriage? I'm saying we will."

Gu Shen was no match for Wu Bisheng in a fight. Wu Bisheng pinned him down and kissed him thoroughly. Then he said, "Mom, I don't think I know what to do next!"

Gu Shen said, "You'll never be as virtuous as him."

Wu Bisheng replied, "Why should I compete with him at being virtuous? Why don't you ask him to compete with me in martial arts?"

Other people said, "A melon forcibly plucked from the vine won't be sweet."

Wu Bisheng said, "That depends on who's being plucked. When I pluck someone else, I think it's pretty sweet."

Title: I Wasn't Trying to Steal Your Heroine

While the heroine, male lead, female supporting characters, and male supporting characters are all caught up in romantic entanglements at school, the white-moonlight sacrificial character, who knows the script, has already started stockpiling supplies for the coming apocalypse...

Jiang Muye transmigrated into a romance novel with a heroine who was obsessed with love, an illogical plot, and a harem of admirers. He became the white moonlight the heroine had lost too soon, the one who would be brought back in flashbacks midway through the story, making the various men competing for her jealous. Jiang Muye's arrival disrupted all the original school-related plotlines before the apocalypse, but the beautiful and tragic male supporting character Lan Hang still set his sights on him. What a troublesome little beauty...

After barely managing to stock up on supplies before the apocalypse, Jiang Muye finally relaxed a little. When Lan Hang questioned him for what must have been the hundredth time, he decided to make sure he remembered the answer: I really wasn't trying to steal your heroine. Let's prove it through our actions.

At the school festival, Jiang Muye dragged Lan Hang onto the stage, pushed aside the student representative who was showing off his talents and speaking at length, and shouted into the microphone, "I, Jiang Muye, like Lan Hang." Then he pulled Lan Hang close and kissed him hard. Shouts, cheers, whistles, and applause rang out through the packed auditorium. Then came a bang as the fireworks showered the crowd with colorful ribbons and flower petals...

The student representative stared in a daze. He'd prepared that for his confession to the heroine, so how had it turned into someone else's, uh, wedding ceremony? No, the dean was already storming onto the stage. Jiang Muye had hoisted Lan Hang over his shoulder and run off. Was he carrying off his bride?

Theme: Love is a journey taken together.