Four Years Into Widowhood, My Ex-Husband Came Back from the Dead

[Seeking Bookmarks for the Upcoming Story! Blurb Below!] Four years after Zhu Nanyu's death, everyone covets his widow, a delicate beauty who can't even take care of herself and has inherited a fortune worth billions. After retiring, Jia Qiao, an apocalyptic-level boss from an infinite-flow world, only wants to lie flat and enjoy his retirement. So he marries an utterly ordinary billionaire. Zhu Nanyu is tender and doting, and even their sex life is a perfect match. Jia Qiao's retirement is nothing short of idyllic. Until... Zhu Nanyu dies unexpectedly, leaving a will naming Jia Qiao as the sole heir to his entire estate. Jia Qiao: ...? Forced to take over the company, Jia Qiao finds all sorts of nobodies crawling out of the woodwork, convinced that this sickly beauty will be easy to manipulate without his husband's protection. Last month, a rival conglomerate maliciously shorted Zhu Corporation. This month, his enemies sent people to kidnap Jia Qiao, throwing the whole city into an uproar. Just as things settle down, Jia Qiao senses an unmistakable gaze following him like a shadow. Again? He turns around in irritation and sees... Zhu Nanyu standing right there, tall and straight, his deep eyes fixed on him. Jia Qiao freezes for 0.3 seconds, then lets the killing intent fade, puts on a pitifully frightened look, and throws himself into the man's arms, wrapping his arms around his waist. His voice trembles, the corners of his eyes reddening. "Darling, what took you so long to come back...?" . Zhu Nanyu, the transmigration bureau's top agent, pushed himself to the limit and completed every mission so he could stay forever in a world with his wife. But an accident delayed him for a whole four years. Afraid that suddenly coming back from the dead would scare his wife, he decides to hide his identity and take things slowly. But then he watches with his own eyes as his supposedly "frail and innocent" wife infiltrates a rival company in three minutes and beats a hulking kidnapper to a pulp. Zhu Nanyu thinks to himself: If I pretend to be dead for four years, will she turn me into a specimen and hang me in the master bedroom? His attention slips for a moment. Their eyes meet, and Zhu Nanyu's heart skips several beats! The next second, Jia Qiao drifts into his arms, rubbing his cheek against the hollow of Zhu Nanyu's neck. His trembling voice makes him sound like a cat who's been terribly wronged. "Darling..." Zhu Nanyu pulls him close, his voice warm and languid. "Baby, I'm sorry I took so long to come home." -Weibo: @Sanwu Shi Mengdian hhh -Please bookmark my upcoming story, Two-Way Capture! Blurb: Ji Chumo has an ability: he can experience himself through other people's dreams. Recently, he keeps appearing in some very explicit dreams, held like a doll in a man's arms, his waist gripped tightly as he's maneuvered into all kinds of positions. The dream's owner runs a fingertip over the small mole on the inside of his thigh, his voice low and husky: "Teacher Eros... How can your waist be so soft?" Through tear-blurred eyes, Ji Chumo sees the face of his nemesis, Ke Yihuan. . Ke Yihuan, the handsome star of the sports college, is 190 cm tall with an eight-pack. His shirt is always buttoned to the top, and he's aloof and abstinent. Ji Chumo, the beauty of the art department, is widely known as a flirtatious incubus, with a cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye that can steal souls. At the opening ceremony, the two students with special abilities give speeches together. One is elegant and arrogant, the other beautiful and dazzling. Their photo sets the campus forums ablaze. [Help! The sporty wolf-dog and the sweet art student are so delicious together!] They exchange a glance and sneer at the same time: What a nuisance. Then they're assigned to the same dorm room. No one knows... Ji Chumo's main account belongs to a cross-dressing cosplayer with a million followers, Eros, the cyber-wife of countless otaku. And Ke Yihuan is Eros's devoted dream boyfriend, a longtime number-one spender. Ji Chumo knows this secret because this supposedly high-minded guy dreams about him every single night!!! The morning after a dream, Ji Chumo's waist aches, his legs are weak, and he can't get up. He stays in bed, planning to skip his first morning class. "Got a fever? Don't die in the dorm." Ke Yihuan coolly reaches out and places a hand on his forehead. Ke Yihuan's ability lets him read people's minds when he touches their skin. Ji Chumo's curses immediately explode in his head: "Ke Yihuan, you animal! Eight different dreams in one night!" "Ugh... My waist hurts..." The air goes silent for three seconds. Ke Yihuan slowly lowers his head and looks at the beauty on the bed, eyes reddened and body trembling. Ji Chumo opens his eyes blearily and meets Ke Yihuan's burning gaze, just like in the dream. "Be good. Tonight, you can be on top." Ke Yihuan leans in close, his voice low and deep. "I'll hold you up." [Cold on the outside, shameless on the inside x Flirtatious yet innocent] . -Please bookmark my upcoming story, The Flawed Omega Therapist [Interstellar]! Blurb: Yu Wenshu, a military and political prodigy admired across the Interstellar, becomes the lowest-grade Omega on the day he presents. He's assigned to the therapy division, where his job is to "soothe" Alphas who have lost control with his body. Everyone waits to see how the former untouchable beauty will fall. Therapy Client 1: The newly appointed general Yu Wenshu is pinned against the edge of the therapy bed, his shirt slipping off. The general presses one knee between his legs, fingertips brushing the gland at the back of his neck. His voice is hoarse. "Forgive me. This is only... routine soothing." Yu Wenshu lowers his eyes, his voice gentle. "Yes, sir." No one sees the satisfied glint beneath his lashes. Therapy Client 2: His junior directly under his supervision After the session ends, his junior clings tightly to Yu Wenshu, burying his face in Yu Wenshu's neck as he chokes out an apology. "Senior... I got you dirty." Yu Wenshu gently pats his back, while inwardly counting: That's the third time. Why does he cry after every session? Therapy Client 3: His marshal stepbrother The man removes the sword that represents the highest authority. With gloved fingertips, he coldly lifts Yu Wenshu's chin. "I've wanted to mark you for a long time, darling... little brother." Yu Wenshu is forced to tip his head back, his eyes shimmering with tears. Just like the unfulfilled desire deep inside him, now growing into a delirious joy. Every Alpha believes he's defiling, desecrating, and humiliating a noble god. Only Yu Wenshu knows the truth: Every time he's enveloped by violent pheromones and scorching body heat, the secret fetishes instilled and suppressed in him since childhood finally find release. He's in ecstasy. Later, war breaks out across the Interstellar, and the enemy nation's strongest leader leads his forces in an attack on the therapy division. When all the Alphas come rushing over, frantic with worry, they see... Yu Wenshu sitting nonchalantly astride the enemy leader's waist. He wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth with a fingertip, then looks toward the crowd, his eyes filled with undisguised hunger and excitement. "That still isn't enough. Who's next?" he asks softly, like the most forbidden temptation of a god. [Bonus Scene] Later, at the signing of the armistice. Yu Wenshu sits comfortably at the head of the table, with a row of top Alphas he has "treated" seated below him, including the enemy nation's leader. His stepbrother pours him a drink and softly asks, "After enjoying so many Alphas, who was the best?" Thesis: Marriage should be built on mutual trust.