A career-obsessed, unhinged top who was personally nurtured by the bottom × a naturally seductive, stunning beauty of a bottom who would rather lie flat
Mo Xian was a famously ambitious, straight-A career fanatic in the interstellar world. He schemed at every turn, only to end up paving the way for someone else.
On the verge of death, he had a sudden fit of kindness and casually saved a dim-witted little fool.
Only after he breathed his last did he discover that he was the villain in a novel, fated to fail.
Mo Xian laughed in disbelief. As his soul dispersed, he was bound to a transmigration System. By successfully completing missions across countless novels, he earned a chance to be reborn.
With plenty of experience transmigrating into books, Mo Xian had seen through the ways of the world and wanted only to lie flat.
After being reborn, he was delighted to discover that the original plot had somehow gone off the rails, and the little fool he had saved had become the interstellar emperor.
Unfortunately, the transmigration System made a mistake while resurrecting him, turning him into a peerlessly useless Omega with no strength to even truss a chicken. To make up for it, the System gave him a new setting: he was a 100% match with the little fool.
In this novel, an Alpha and Omega with a 100% match are required to marry.
Mo Xian: Bliss! Time to lie flat!
Who could have guessed that the little fool would be very cold toward him when they met?
Only later did Mo Xian learn that the little fool despised freeloading good-for-nothings more than anything, and admired only one person: the benefactor who had saved his life, now dead. That person was Mo Xian himself.
Mo Xian: Umm.
Later, he made up his mind. If the little fool was willing to give him a 50-million check, they didn't have to get married.
He waited and waited, but the little fool never made a move.
Mo Xian grew impatient and laid it all out for the little fool: "Give me 50 million and I'll leave right away."
For the first time, the interstellar emperor's usually impassive face showed a smile that could almost be called tender. "Money is a small matter."
Mo Xian thought the other man had agreed and happily started planning how to spend the money once he got it.
He had no idea that the interstellar emperor was gazing at his exposed, snow-white ankle and calmly wondering what color chain would suit him best.
Before You Read:
The author has made up a mountain of personal settings.
Screenshot archived on 2022.11.3
Theme: My fate is mine to command, not Heaven's.
