Oh No! My Cat's Owner Became My Husband!

The upcoming novel "Soft Rice Is Hard to Eat at My Husband's House" is open for bookmarks, please add it to your list~~ Fang Jing was a renowned cultivator in the cultivation world. His fame came not only from his extraordinary swordsmanship, but also from being a notorious couch potato. Every day, all he wanted to do was eat, sleep, and eat again when he woke up. While others secluded themselves to cultivate painstakingly, he secluded himself to sleep. His lazy behavior earned the wrath of countless disciples in his sect. "Our junior brother is so lazy, yet he still managed to reach the Tribulation Transcendence stage. I'm so jealous! We work this hard and still aren't fit to hold a candle to him. Heaven really is blind~" "Exactly! It's unfair. The Heavenly Dao is unjust~" Hearing this, the Heavenly Dao sent down a lightning tribulation and struck Fang Jing, who was dozing off, treating it like it was nothing and showing it no respect. After unexpectedly being reborn in the interstellar era, Fang Jing still couldn't change his lazy ways. All he wanted each day was to eat and sleep. Unfortunately, fate didn't go his way. After turning into a fluffy little beast, Fang Jing had to worry every day about finding food. Then the little beasts around him told him, "As long as you make a contract with a human, you'll get a human to clean up after you. They'll take care of all your food, drink, bathroom, and sleeping needs. Just make a contract, and from then on, we can... Anyway, it'll be amazing, and you'll never have to worry about food again~" Fang Jing was thrilled. He secretly began waiting in the forest for humans looking to contract with a spirit beast, and from then on, he rose to the peak of lazy living. Lu Hao was a famous genius at military academy. Handsome, talented, and from a powerful family, he had countless men and women falling at his feet. Yet on the day he was supposed to form a contract, a spirit beast of unknown rank dropped out of a tree and reversed the contract on him. After contracting with a useless fluffy little beast, Lu Hao became the laughingstock of the academy overnight. Lu Hao himself, however, said, "A fluffy little beast you can pet and cuddle with? What's not to love about this spirit beast??" Then one day, the useless little beast went on a rampage and struck a first-level spirit beast until it was "crispy on the outside and tender on the inside." Everyone finally understood. A genius really did have an exceptional eye: his spirit beast wasn't just adorable, it was also incredibly powerful. No one could deny it. Only Lu Hao, faced with everyone's envy, understood just how lazy his little beast was. If he wanted it to lift a paw, he'd have to resort to both threats and temptation. Otherwise, there was no getting this mighty creature to budge. Rumor had it that the Lu family's genius had a contracted spirit beast he took everywhere. They even ate and slept together, and he carried the beast on his head even when he went to the bathroom. Lu Hao's response to the rumors was, "I'm happy, and I like it." Then one day, Lu Hao realized there might be more than just one person and one beast in his home. Why had so many strange things been happening around the house lately? The shirts folded neatly in the closet had vanished. The wardrobe was in disarray. A wrinkled shirt had appeared on the living room sofa, and snack wrappers had turned up in the trash can... All sorts of bizarre, inexplicable events were happening in the house. There was enough material here to fill half a year of a paranormal investigation show. But that wasn't what worried Lu Hao most. What worried him was that his beloved pet, who ate and slept with him every day and even bathed with him, had stopped being affectionate. For example, their bedtime cuddles were gone. A whole meter now separated the man and beast, and the little guy wouldn't let him pet or cuddle it whenever he wanted. Worst of all, when it was time for a bath, the little guy stubbornly refused to let him help. Was... the little guy growing up? Was it getting embarrassed now? But before Lu Hao could figure out why, his beloved pet went berserk while he was helplessly staring at his prospective arranged-marriage partner. Gentle, patient top student gong x innocent, beautiful, lazy shou who only wants to seduce the gong A few things to be clear: 1. The gong is not a pervert, and he has no romantic or sexual interest in beasts. His early affection toward the shou, like petting, cuddling, and kissing its nose, isn't romantic. It's the kind of affection a person has for a pet! 2. The shou will turn into a human. I can't write this story if he doesn't. The shou is lazy, but fiercely protective, and his combat power is off the charts!! 3. A sweet story about an adorable pet. Come cuddle this cutie!!! New novel seeking bookmarks: An ABO story featuring a tsundere CEO shou with durian-scented pheromones x an all-rounder college guy gong who thinks he's straight, "Boss, Stop Flirting. I'm Straight." New novel seeking bookmarks: A gong-centric husband-and-imperial-exam story, "Soft Rice Is Hard to Eat at My Husband's House." Here is the blurb: When Ji Zhiheng woke up one day, he never expected to find himself back at square one. He had been about to parachute into a senior position at his family's company and start living the life of a domineering CEO. As a rich third-generation heir, he never imagined he'd get lucky enough to join the trendy ranks of people who transmigrated. A dilapidated mud house, a father who lived off gambling luck, a missing mother-father, an older brother who got pregnant after going into the mountains to chop wood and ruined his reputation, a two-year-old nephew who could play a skeleton demon to perfection, and Ji Zhiheng himself, who had studied romantic poetry and ended up deeply in debt and expelled by his tutor... This family was in dire straits, on the verge of collapse. The original "Ji Zhiheng" had been clubbed over the head by thugs and left a huge mess behind. Ji Zhiheng was utterly speechless. He rubbed his face for three days and nights, opening and closing his eyes again and again, but all he saw was the same shabby house. He resigned himself to his fate. His most urgent task was to pay off the massive debt. But as a scholar with no strength to even truss a chicken, he didn't want to haul bricks, work in the fields, or head into the mountains. What kind of job would earn money the fastest? Ji Zhiheng mulled it over and over, and finally decided to make use of the resources available to him: live off someone else! Just as Ji Zhiheng was looking for a target, a wealthy young master from a merchant family came to him first. The other man's terms were simple. "Ji Zhiheng, our status is worlds apart. I chose you because you seem like an honest man. If you agree to a few conditions, I'll make sure you enjoy endless wealth and glory." Ji Zhiheng understood. Oh, this young master had picked him because he was poor and powerless. "What are the conditions?" "First, if I marry you, we'll draw up a written agreement. You can't touch a single coin of my dowry. After we marry, the money I earn will still be mine, and you can't stop me from continuing to do business. We can simply treat each other with mutual respect." Ji Zhiheng understood: a prenup, and separate lives after marriage. Wasn't this basically a marriage of convenience? "That works." "Second, after we marry, I'll continue living in the city. I won't move back to the village." Ji Zhiheng understood again. Oh, separate residences after marriage. If it was a marriage of convenience, who cared whether they lived together? They had no feelings for each other anyway. Living apart would be more comfortable. What a wonderful marriage! He had to agree. "That works." "Third, I'll give you one hundred taels a month. You'll be entirely responsible for handling the elders' nagging about having children and such. Also, as my husband, I expect you to fulfill your appropriate duties." Ji Zhiheng understood yet again. Oh, he just had to put on a show when necessary and make sure to save face. That was easy enough. If he was being paid a generous salary, helping his boss deal with problems was only right. "That works." Oh heavens, could there really be such a good deal? He was in. Absolutely in. As long as his boss didn't go bankrupt, he could keep working for him until the end of time! Later, Ji Zhiheng learned what it meant to earn money the hard way. What happened to keeping their lives separate after marriage? What happened to only putting on a show for appearances? Who was this person who tossed silver at him every day, looking gloomy and resentful, and demanded he get into bed? Who was the person who threw silver at him until he passed the county and provincial exams... and eventually became a first-rank official? Who kept racking his brain to prepare surprises for him, and made him take down their enemies every few days? In the middle of the night, Ji Zhiheng sat in the courtyard and rubbed his face in despair. He happened to see his father sitting on a wooden stump, looking utterly dejected. Only later did Ji Zhiheng realize that he wasn't the only one in the family living off someone else. Rumor had it that Meng Qingze, son of the richest imperial merchant in the capital, was a proud young master who looked down on everyone. He had even turned down a marriage proposal from the Right Chancellor's legitimate son. Everyone in the capital said Meng Qingze must think he could reach the heavens. A twenty-year-old unmarried young master. If his family didn't have a mountain of silver, then with all that money-mindedness, how could he deserve the capital's top young talent, even if he was nine-tenths handsome? Didn't he know how old he was? Did he still think he was some kind of catch? He even had the nerve to announce that anyone who wanted to marry him would have to agree to three conditions. What an outrageous sense of entitlement! Bah! Just wait. With those conditions, if he ever manages to marry, we'll eat shit standing on our heads. Meng Qingze knew what people said about him. He had already decided he would never marry, until he met a poor scholar who did whatever he said. Meng Qingze clearly remembered their first meeting. When the other man looked up at him, he wasn't dazzled by Meng Qingze's status or looks. The only reason his features twisted as he tried to "strike up a conversation" was that Meng Qingze had stepped on the hand he was about to use to pick up a coin, making him stumble backward. "Hey, are you deaf? You stepped on my hand! I've called out to you several times. What's wrong with you? Look what you've done to my delicate hand. It really hurts." Meng Qingze, who had been shoved backward: Delicate hand? Hah. Man, congratulations. You've successfully caught my attention. Later, Meng Qingze "rented" himself a husband for one hundred taels a month. Not only did he get a handsome little husband, the man was also thoughtful and romantic. Birthday presents, wedding gifts... Every one of them was enough to make other young masters and ladies green with envy. When people tried to embarrass and mock him, his little husband stood up for him and gave his tormentors a thorough face-slapping. Yes, he was all about money, and he couldn't write poetry or compose couplets. So what? His little husband could! Not only could he do it, he could crush the Imperial Academy's so-called geniuses, who fancied themselves the capital's top talents! He was good at everything, from music, chess, calligraphy, and painting to both civil and martial arts. What young master wouldn't love a man so capable in every way? At any rate, the more Meng Qingze looked at him, the more his heart fluttered. This wouldn't do. Merchants never make a deal at a loss. They were already married. If Meng Qingze didn't kiss him, sleep with him, and have a child to inherit the family business, wouldn't he be losing out badly? A man's greatest charm was his ability to solve problems. Meng Qingze loved a man like that. His little husband was so impressive, and for the sake of his future, Meng Qingze decided he would do everything he could to help him pass the provincial exam. But who could have known that his little husband would be so capable that he kept rising higher and higher, eventually becoming the youngest first-rank official in the history of the Great Zhou? Let everyone who laughed at Meng Qingze for being unable to marry see that! Look, not only did he marry, he married the best man in all of Great Zhou. Now, who wasn't green with envy? Rich third-generation heir, all-rounder gong x beautiful business genius shou Theme: Ability is the best proof