The Hated God Has a Secret Identity That Could Make Them Famous

[Please add my completed, super-long novel The NPC Green Tea Is a Monster Farm Owner and upcoming novel The Fugitive Top Scholar Marries into a Farmstead [Farming] to your collection. Blurbs below.] [Blurb] Ji You is a junior disciple of the Matchmaker God, and has spent a hundred years weaving red threads. After being caught in an undeserved calamity, he became afflicted with the Peach Blossom Curse, a curse so dreaded that the gods turn pale at its name, and was banished to the mortal world. He must endure endless romantic tribulations, life after life, before he can cleanse himself of the curse and return to Heaven. Luckily, his master secretly told him that dealing with rotten love interests (and punishing scumbags) can also dispel the curse. The more famous the scumbag, the better the results. Ji You looked through the memories of the original host whose body he had transmigrated into. As it happened, the original host's husband was a national heartthrob. He'd locked his wife in a psychiatric hospital for two years: a bona fide top-tier star and scumbag. Ji You hurried home, only to discover in dismay that the Peach Blossom Curse had no effect on the heartthrob. The heartthrob simply didn't love the original host. He wasn't a scumbag at all. Fortunately, the heartthrob's company was preparing a blockbuster and had assembled a high-profile creative team at great expense. Ji You checked them all: from the screenwriter to the director to the lead actor, every one was a top-tier star and scumbag at the height of their fame. Ji You started visiting the heartthrob's company. Today he'd cozy up to the famous screenwriter, tomorrow to the famous movie star, and whenever he had a spare moment he'd meet privately with the king of pop or the director. He was busier than ever. But for some reason, the heartthrob's attitude toward him went from cold and disdainful to increasingly strange. One moment he was angry, the next he was watching Ji You in secret. He was all over the place. He didn't even seem like a workaholic anymore. "Who cares?" Ji You thought. Getting back to Heaven meant punishing scumbags as quickly as possible. * Lu Wen thought his wife was acting strangely. She used to be so demanding and annoying, calling him three hundred times a day to hurry him home from work. Ever since she shamelessly got a job at his company, whenever they happened to run into each other, she didn't even spare him a glance. Instead, she was getting along famously with other men. Today, she was laughing and chatting with the famous screenwriter. Tomorrow, she'd be trading banter with the famous movie star. The day after that, she'd be asking the famous director for acting advice. For some reason, even though they were in the middle of a divorce cooling-off period, Lu Wen felt more and more miserable. Going out of your way to put a green hat on me. Is this your revenge? Before he could confront his wife, one scandal after another slammed the heartthrob back to his desk. The famous screenwriter, movie star, and director who'd been flirting with his wife were all exposed in huge scandals and disgraced. The blockbuster he'd worked so hard to prepare was also on the brink of collapse! Lu Wen cornered his wife, who was beaming with joy at the thought of returning to Heaven, and asked her three questions: Had enough? You've figured out that I'm not a scumbag, right? Since that's settled, how about we don't get divorced? #A red-thread spirit bottom, a workaholic and beloved by all, who only wants to punish scumbags and return to Heaven x a former workaholic, domineering CEO top who secretly falls madly for a mysterious streamer, then discovers the streamer is his wife and goes all out to win her back# ==Please add the upcoming novel The Fugitive Top Scholar Marries into a Farmstead [Farming] to your collection== After his father died of illness, before he had even come of age, Le Tian was forced into becoming the head of the Le family farmstead. The livelihood of several hundred people weighed heavily on his shoulders. To secure a supply contract with an inn, the inexperienced Le Tian nervously invited the innkeeper to the finest brothel in town. After drinking himself warm and woozy, he stumbled into a courtesan's room. "D-don't worry. I'll just sleep... sleep for a while, then leave." He fell straight into bed. When he woke, he felt a faint, lingering ache in his bottom. A beautiful man with long, loose hair stared coldly at him. His robes were open, revealing red marks all over his body. Le Tian panicked. "I... you... I'll marry you. I won't let your chastity be sullied!" The man curled his lips. "Oh?" * After Shen Ling, eight feet tall and strikingly beautiful, married into the Le family farmstead, everyone there knew he was a male courtesan, and the gossip never stopped. They said the young master's wife came from a lowly background but was incredibly spoiled. He wanted fine rice with every meal and silk clothes to wear. Even his bed was lined with thick cotton quilts. He couldn't carry anything on his shoulder or lift anything with his hands, idled away every day, and had never even set foot in the kitchen. The young farmstead master was busy with every aspect of farming, forestry, animal husbandry, and fishing, while also having to worry about how to take good care of his wife. He was busier than a spinning top. Le Tian's mother fretted. "Son, he's just a man from the pleasure quarter..." "Mother, don't say things like that." Le Tian blushed. "My wife is perfectly chaste. I'm the one who sullied him." The villagers gossiped curiously. "Maybe Shen Ling is especially fertile, and the young master likes his build and looks?" Late that night, Shen Ling picked up Le Tian, who was reading account books by candlelight, and carried him to bed. Smiling enigmatically, he said, "I hear I'm especially fertile?" No wonder he came to plow the fields at night. * As the weather grew colder, Le Tian's belly, wrapped in a thick padded jacket, grew larger by the day. He secretly wiped away his tears behind everyone's back, but Shen Ling caught him. Shen Ling's expression turned cool. "What? You feel ashamed to be carrying the child of a male courtesan?" Le Tian shook his head hurriedly. "No, no. The harvest was poor this year, and winter is almost here. I... I keep getting sleepy every day. How am I supposed to provide for everyone?" His eyes were red and watery, like a little rabbit wronged. As usual, Shen Ling picked him up and carried him in his arms, rubbing his cheek against Le Tian's smooth forehead. "Just focus on your pregnancy. This little matter is something your wife can handle." He'd earned a doctorate in his previous life, and now had the knowledge of a newly crowned top scholar. Surely providing enough food for the small Le family farmstead would be a piece of cake? ==Please check out the ongoing novel The NPC Green Tea Is a Monster Farm Owner. It's a female-lead story and has plenty of chapters. Skip it if it's not your thing.== An Rou had just entered the game when her NPC father told her to sell the family's abandoned farm. An Rou: ? With the world in such a state of chaos, all she wanted was a self-sufficient farm, isolated from the world. Who would dream of selling it? Selling it was out of the question. An Rou resolved to reopen the farm, and she'd find some other way to get the money her father wanted. - In a full-dive game where killing monsters was the goal, there was only one way to make money: kill man-eating ghosts and earn gold rewards. An Rou couldn't carry heavy loads or lift a finger. She was just an NPC who couldn't learn skills and didn't even have a game interface. Kill man-eating ghosts? She'd be better off getting herself killed. But An Rou discovered she could see every player's game interface, and, to some extent, even hear the man-eating ghosts' thoughts. An Rou got it: the man-eating ghosts, not the players, were her true allies. - As An Rou ventured in and out of mission sites time and again, a small burial ground appeared on the farm. Every so often, dull thuds sounded from underground. Whenever An Rou heard them, the corners of her mouth lifted in delight. Dead players could drop gold and items too. Whoever designed this game was a genius! Hundreds of millions of players meant hundreds of millions of money-tree seeds. An Rou would wake up laughing from her dreams. - A group of unfortunate players quietly appeared on the game forum. Whether they used revival cards or waited to revive naturally, the outcome was the same: they died as soon as they revived, until they finally logged out for good and could never enter the game again. The players had nowhere to turn, and their desperate pleas for help kept piling up. [Could someone please help me find my body?!] [What kind of bastard would bury my corpse?!] [This is hopeless. Even the guild can't find my body!!!] - As the major guilds began investigating, a mysterious farm gradually became the center of attention. It had everything: grain fields, vegetable patches, chicken coops, duck pens, pickle ponds, and fish ponds. The farm owner was a young beauty in a silk qipao, stunningly gorgeous and surrounded by man-eating ghosts. Every single one was a high-level monster with enormous rewards. An Rou covered her mouth with a silk handkerchief and acted surprised. Oops, you've found me. Welcome to come and play. The players went wild: [So many high-level man-eating ghosts. This has to be an SSS-rank mission!] [Maybe, probably, definitely, the lady boss is the final boss, the Ghost King! Everyone, charge!] But wave after wave of players went in and never came back, while the farm only grew grander. Restaurants, hotels, bathhouses, shops, even a teleportation array: it looked like she was building an eco-tourism destination. An Rou looked at the bodies and gold items scattered all over, covered her mouth, and giggled. Thanks for your patronage. Players on the forum: Is this a monster-killing game or a business simulation? Theme: Cherish and respect yourself