Throw the Scum Bottom into the Crematorium

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The first time Su Qi met Jiang Jiu, a motorcycle screeched to a stop beside him. The young man took off his helmet, revealing a rebellious grin. “I’ve heard so much about you, the great pianist Su.”

Rising piano star Su Qi was gentle and refined. When he fell in love, his partner turned out to be Jiang Jiu, the Jiang family’s notorious playboy. Nobody had faith in their relationship, until they had been together for four years and became the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes. At a concert, Su Qi even got down on one knee and proposed in front of everyone.

Across the pure white bouquet was his lover’s sneering face.

“Propose? You think you’re worthy?” he said.

It takes only one night to fall from the clouds into the mud.

In a single night, Su Qi became the biggest laughingstock in all of City A.

-

After being reborn, Su Qi resolved to keep his distance from Jiang Jiu.

The pianist was still gentle, but that gentleness no longer belonged to just one person.

A devoted puppy, inexperienced and sincere; a feverishly obsessive businessman, warped and scheming; an arrogant, prickly piano prodigy… They all pursued him, fervently praying to receive a few drops of affection from Su Qi. But the young man wore a gentle expression and accepted every offering without taking a single step toward anyone. Countless people still threw themselves at him like moths to a flame, hoping for just a few moments of his tender gaze.

He was no longer sincere, but Jiang Jiu had gone mad.

The usually unrestrained man seemed to have become a rabid dog who snapped at everyone, yet he alone softened toward his former lover. Even when he caught Su Qi kissing someone else, he merely stood there in silence.

Pride, reputation, freedom… He wanted none of it anymore.

All he wanted was his Su Qi.

But the road ahead was long, and everything had changed. Those who had betrayed a sincere heart had long since lost the right to pursue it again.

Su Qi’s lips were flushed red, still warm from the person who had just kissed him. He raised a hand and brushed Jiang Jiu’s forehead. Under the bright lights, his expression behind his glasses was as gentle as water.

“Jiang Jiu,” he said with a smile. “You’re not even worthy of getting into bed with me anymore.”

-

Love or freedom, someone will always choose the latter.

Reborn, Su Qi moved forward. He walked slowly, without looking back.

He had no intention of stopping for anyone.

-

A striking, long-haired, refined and elegant top (before)

Still the same on the surface, but now he flirts without committing (after)

In his past life, the bottom was a scumbag and the top was a doormat. Now the top is a scumbag, pursued by other doormats, loyal puppies, and hopeless romantics.

Reader’s Guide:

Top-oriented, irresistible heartthrob after being reborn, a revenge arc that burns everyone else too, so the ending has no couple. The protagonist is submissive early on, but after being reborn he becomes a scumbag who cherishes his freedom.

Coming Soon: The Lazy Incubus Only Wants to Sleep

[A sleepy, lazy incubus bottom x an arrogant, cold-hearted god whose old flame is rekindled]

As a 24/7 office drone who was always severely sleep deprived, Ye Jing transmigrated and was immediately faced with one good piece of news and one bad one.

The good news: There was a bed here, and he could sleep whenever he wanted without worrying about being disturbed.

The bad news: He had turned into an incubus. Not only was he the Supreme God’s so-called fated partner, he was also being kept in a giant cage.

Ye Jing stared with dead fish eyes, touching his newly grown horns and heart-shaped tail. Little angels fluttered around him, chattering and asking questions, making so much noise that he couldn’t understand a word.

A strange six-winged god stood opposite him, looking at him as if he were a filthy bug.

Ye Jing: .

Ye Jing, rolling over: .

Ye Jing, curling up into a ball: .

The god sneered. “Hmph. Some fated partner. You can’t even look me in the eye when we meet.”

In a rare show of mercy, the god deigned to open the cage. But the young man inside had heavy eyelids and was sleeping soundly.

…The god thought he’d been intimidated, but he’d just fallen asleep.

The arrogant god was so furious he laughed. With a wave of his hand, he made the soft bed disappear, but Ye Jing slept on the floor. The god summoned dark clouds with another wave, bringing on a storm with thunder crashing, but Ye Jing slept through the downpour. In the end, even when the god went up to him in person, Ye Jing only mumbled a few words and didn’t budge.

After all that, even the most old-fashioned archangel in the divine realm had to hint that the god was overdoing it with these little games between lovers.

Smiling as he crushed a star in his hand, the god gritted his teeth. “Little games?”

Who would play little games with this lowly, always-sleepy incubus!

-

After sleeping so long that hunger made him dizzy, Ye Jing rubbed his stomach. The room contained either little angels or furniture that could walk and run. He swept his gaze around and stopped at the golden-haired, blue-eyed god.

The noble god lifted his eyelids. The moment he turned his gaze on Ye Jing, he remained as silent and impassive as a statue.

“Incubus,” he said. “Do not covet a god.”

“I’m not coveting you.” Ye Jing blinked, his dead fish eyes completely expressionless. His voice was listless. “I’m hungry.”

The god waved a hand. “Ignorant!”

“I’m hungry!”

He frowned. “Absurd!”

“I’m hungry!”

He closed his eyes. “…Fine.”

The god unwillingly offered his blood. “Don’t regret it.”

Much later, the god’s eyes stirred, dark desire surging within them. He held the incubus’s horns, which had changed color from arousal, watching his eyes redden with distress and restless need as the pink hearts inside them throbbed as if they might spill out. “Are you still hungry?”

Ye Jing could only whimper and sob, “No…” Before he could finish saying he wasn’t hungry, the god took him fiercely, even licking away his tears.

He regretted it! He really wasn’t hungry anymore! He wanted to sleep!

“You’re just saying that in anger. I don’t believe you.” The god leisurely tightened his grip on the heart-shaped tail, savoring the taut tip. The incubus beneath him was soaking wet, like a little cat licked until it was nothing but a mango pit.

A little game between lovers? The god thought with pleasure. That was exciting.

#What do you mean, lowly incubus? That’s my wife!#

#What do you mean you want to spend the rest of your life with the blanket? I object!#

Reader’s Guide:

Bottom-oriented, one-on-one, the top and bottom are the only ones for each other, but neither is perfect. Both are virgins. Probably, maybe, a fairy-tale-style sweet romance.

Coming Soon 2: Becoming a Heartthrob in My Wife’s Novel [Quick Transmigration]

Core Theme: Learn to let go and move on, and love yourself