[A considerate, home-loving man on the surface, but actually a vindictive playboy bottom × a cold, abstinent CEO on the surface, but actually a gentle and devoted top]
Ji Mingqing had enjoyed twenty years of smooth sailing. He was a notorious playboy in the capital, someone no one dared to mess with.
One drunken night, he transmigrated into a spoiled cannon-fodder character in a CEO novel.
The cannon fodder made trouble at every turn, had nowhere to go after divorcing the CEO, and ultimately died of illness on the streets, serving as a stepping stone for the CEO and the protagonist bottom’s love story.
By a stroke of luck, when Ji Mingqing arrived, CEO Sheng Yue was just about to sign the divorce papers.
Ji Mingqing: ?
How could that happen?
He kicked over the table on the spot. “I’m not getting divorced!”
The CEO’s gloomy gaze swept over him, and Ji Mingqing suddenly realized he was no longer the spoiled rich kid who could do whatever he wanted.
He immediately clutched his chest and collapsed weakly:
“A-Yue, I was just so afraid of losing you. Please forgive me.”
CEO: ...?
Does my contract spouse have something wrong with his head?
After talking his way into saving the marriage, Ji Mingqing gritted his teeth and began learning to be a good wife, secretly saving money so he could run away one day.
In the novel, Sheng Yue was the powerful head of a thriving conglomerate, renowned for his unpredictable moods, ruthless methods, and overwhelming desire for control.
Ji Mingqing couldn’t care less. All he wanted was money:
Cheer Sheng Yue up with a love-themed lunch made from a ready-made meal kit: 1 million earned.
Praise Sheng Yue as his beloved in an interview: 5 million earned.
Use his knowledge of the plot to face-slap a villain and help Sheng Yue: 10 million earned.
Life was hard. A playboy had to become a virtuous wife.
Little Ji sigh.jpg
At last, he’d saved enough to fund his life of debauchery. Ji Mingqing immediately ditched his virtuous-wife persona and started frequenting all kinds of places of pleasure.
Friend: (eyes wide in shock) Weren’t you madly in love with Sheng Yue? Why are you out partying?
Ji Mingqing: Don’t believe rumors or spread them. There are no feelings in a contract marriage. We did what we were paid to do, and we both agreed. My sentence is served, and I’m free. (lights cigarette.jpg)
Beneath the bar’s hazy lights, Ji Mingqing sat with an arm around each of two companions, smiling faintly, his eyes and brows full of arrogant disdain.
Sheng Yue arrived in a hurry, his brows knitted and his face dark. The crowd around them scattered in fear.
The man seated in the booth neither flinched nor dodged. He tapped his cigarette with long fingers, then blew a ring of smoke from his beautiful lips,
right into Sheng Yue’s face.
Just as everyone thought Ji Mingqing was done for, Sheng Yue, the ruthless man of the rumors, softened his expression when he saw him in the booth.
He leaned close to Ji Mingqing’s ear and bowed his head, his voice low, like a wolfdog acknowledging its master, gently coaxing him:
“Qingqing, will you come home with me?”
A playboy with no heart, he willingly concedes defeat in this love-and-bet contract.
2023.8.24
Thanks to my friend for providing this gorgeous cover! "(^o^)/"
Theme: A man should stand on his own two feet.
