You're Really Giving Me Money?

My next book, My Friend Is a Gloomy Guy, is now available.

Ji Sui grew up in an orphanage. During the hungry, hardship-filled days, his greatest wish was to make an endless amount of money.

So he studied relentlessly and built a business from scratch. Even after his company made it into the city's top hundred, he still stuck to a 007 work schedule.

After working three all-nighters in a row, Ji Sui died suddenly and became a penniless nobody whose father didn't care for him and whose mother didn't love him, and who was supposed to be sold off in a marriage alliance.

Ji Sui: Whatever. No money, no point living.

Just as Ji Sui was wondering which pose would be best for dying again, a kind person who had helped him twice showed him a way out.

Kind Person: "Marry me. You'll get one million a month after we marry, and you can charge all expenses incurred during the contract to my card."

Ji Sui was so moved he couldn't put it into words.

To keep the dream job that let him lie flat, he diligently played his part every day.

Everyone in the company and their social circle said Ji Sui was gentle and reserved, and that he was madly in love with Yu Bozhou. Unfortunately, Yu Bozhou was always cold and indifferent, so Ji Sui's flirtations were wasted on him.

Ji Sui looked at the one million that had just landed in his bank account, took a screenshot through his tears, and posted it to his social feed.

[Ji Sui]: I don't need a lot of money. I need a lot of love.

The comments were full of likes and sympathy.

Ji Sui satisfiedly turned off his phone. Yu Bozhou came out of the kitchen wearing a teddy bear apron, crouched to put Ji Sui's slippers on him, and took the chance to sneak a kiss on his calf. Smiling affectionately, he asked, "What are you doing, little Sui?"

Ji Sui pulled away, displeased. "It's hot."

Six months later, Ji Sui had earned enough money to start a business. He left a divorce agreement behind, grabbed the cash, and ran.

When a reporter secretly asked Ji Sui why he had given up his wealthy marriage to start a business on his own, Ji Sui pondered for a moment. "He doesn't love me, and he's terrible in bed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Yu Bozhou, smiling among the reporters, his eyes frighteningly dark.

Ji Sui: ...His mood every day could be summed up in one quiet plea: please let me go.

--Reader's Guide--

● Everyday life, both leads are each other's first and only partners.

Neither of them is quite normal. One is mentally ill but emotionally stable; the other is mentally ill and sociable.

There is a nephew in the story. He's not a brat, but readers who can't handle children should be aware.

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--Coming Soon--

Please Contact Me in a Message in a Bottle

Jiang Yiyu recently got a new roommate. He's handsome, and although he seems cold and difficult to get along with, he's actually a very nice person.

After almost a month of harmonious cohabitation, Jiang Yiyu suddenly received several messages in bottles from nearby.

[Got to revise it again. Eight hundred ideas a minute, stupid client.]

[In my next life, I'd rather be a dog than an art student.]

[I don't want to draw anymore. Three, two, one, jump.]

Jiang Yiyu listened to the furious, agitated voice in the message bottles and fell into deep thought. It sounded so different from the low, clear voice in his pinned chat, promising to bring him a snack after working late.

Over the next few days, Jiang Yiyu received several more messages in bottles full of negative energy.

Looking at his increasingly gaunt roommate and the sock-free house, he resolved to do something.

He talked things through and comforted him every few days, kept him company at meals on time, checked in regularly when he went out, and drew his reclusive roommate into his warm, lively world.

It was exhausting to act clingy every day, but thankfully, he hadn't received a message in a bottle from his roommate for a long time.

Just as Jiang Yiyu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a message in a bottle from nearby left him bewildered all over again.

[You said it wasn't for me, so why did someone else get one too?]

[Why aren't you having dinner with me today? Annoying. That guy isn't even as handsome as me, and he doesn't look as broad-shouldered and slim-waisted either. Maybe I should work on my chest again.]

[What the hell, why are so many people online trying to be Yibao's puppy? Shameless! Go be small for someone else. I'm the bigger one.]

Maybe friends need reassurance, too.

A candlelit dinner, a romantic starry sky. Jiang Yiyu put an arm around his roommate's shoulder. "Would you..."

Before he could finish, his roommate suddenly kissed him passionately. "I would."

Jiang Yiyu's mind went blank. "...Be my best friend for life... right?"

Roommate: ?

--Coming Soon--

My Friend Is a Gloomy Guy

Duan Han first saw Yu Mingshen on the school sports field.

The dusky sunset caressed his features. He was so stunning that Duan Han forgot how to speak for a moment.

Duan Han had loved beautiful things since childhood, and immediately decided he had to become an indispensable part of Yu Mingshen's life.

The second time he lost his composure was in a dim alley.

A gang of thugs who often extorted people around the bar district lay on the ground, groaning.

Yu Mingshen was trembling all over, blood splashed across his pale face. Hearing footsteps, he looked over. Tears kept spilling from his beautiful eyes as he called Duan Han's name helplessly.

Duan Han's heart ached terribly.

The third time he lost his composure was at the hospital.

His frail body, with its weak immune system, had fallen ill again.

Yu Mingshen rushed him to the hospital in a panic and stayed up all night, neither eating nor drinking nor sleeping, until Duan Han opened his eyes.

Duan Han's face was pale. Yu Mingshen's usually rosy lips were chapped, and he looked just as bad as the patient in the bed.

Yu Mingshen raised a hand, touched Duan Han's face, and asked who he was.

What a strange question, Duan Han thought.

He hadn't suffered any trauma or lost his memory, so he answered Yu Mingshen directly.

Yu Mingshen seemed very happy and asked again and again. Duan Han could only answer him again and again.

As a reward for getting the answer right, Yu Mingshen generously gave him a radiant smile.

So beautiful. Duan Han got hard.

Yu Mingshen really hated that young master who chattered away and followed him around all day.

Like a little bird, so noisy it gave him a headache.

But Yu Mingshen was also terrified that the little bird might start following someone else.

So he pretended to be weak and cried in secret, occasionally letting slip something that would make the other person worry about him, silencing the tongues that might say something foolish.

But it didn't work.

The sun wouldn't shine on him alone.

He wanted to dig out everyone else's eyes.

--Reader's Guide--

●Gloomy, possessive top x sunny puppy bottom. An unconventional mutual pining romance. The top is deaf in his left ear, and the bottom has a congenital immune deficiency.

Written for the author's personal tastes, so the story might get pretty wild. If you can't handle a gloomy guy, you'd better retreat now.

Core Theme: Growing together