The Underdog

[September 15, VIP chapter]

· At the end of the year, I'll seamlessly start a new 100,000-character story about two men who hate each other. The blurb is below.

· My next novel, now available for preorder: The Grass on My Ex-Boyfriend's Grave Is Two Meters Tall

Blurb:

Di Chen always thought he and Cen Yanqiu came from different worlds.

Even without the grudges between their fathers, and without deliberately getting close to him for revenge, they still would never have ended up together.

The day the deception came to an end and he fled Yulin in disgrace, he called a mutual friend.

After he explained everything, their mutual friend tried to persuade him to stay. A cold, mocking voice cut in from the other end of the phone, now near, now distant.

"Isn't he leaving? Let him go."

Several years later, Di Chen carried a bag of worn-out children's clothes downstairs.

The person who had sworn that they were "through forever" stood at the old-clothes collection station. He still had that same arrogant air, but there was something pitiful in his eyes.

Di Chen turned to leave, but the man grabbed his sleeve.

"You just leave whenever you want? I didn't know you were so obedient."

"Those kids' clothes... Who did you have a child with? When are you getting divorced?"

Please note before reading:

1. A scatterbrained one x a grumpy one.

2. The story includes a male pregnancy setting, but no child is born. The receptive partner is changed into a single-sex person.

3. An old-school, melodramatic story. Both leads are flawed, so don't read if that's not your thing.

---- Next novel: My Ex-Husband Just Won't Leave Me Alone

Zhao Ying's ex-husband died in a car accident. It was a gruesome death.

After the funeral, a sharply dressed lawyer showed up with a carload of documents and told him that his ex-husband had voluntarily left him all his property, with no strings attached.

Zhao Ying was furious that someone had died and left him a fortune, so he hurriedly hung the deceased's portrait in the living room as if it were the portrait of the God of Wealth.

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On the first day after receiving the inheritance, Zhao Ying treated himself to a 31,000-yuan omakase meal and ate until his stomach was bloated.

When he woke up in the living room, he found a box of digestive tablets in the house, where he was supposed to be alone.

On the second day after receiving the inheritance, Zhao Ying was targeted by his archrival and lost a major business deal.

Before long, however, his rival was hospitalized with inflamed hemorrhoids. After being discharged, he was hit by an illegally driven electric scooter and suffered a mild concussion, leaving him bedridden for half a month.

On the seventh day after receiving the inheritance, Zhao Ying booked a row of handsome men, each costing 188, at a karaoke club, then brought them home.

Drunk, Zhao Ying bent down to change his shoes and accidentally met the gaze of the black-and-white memorial portrait. The next second, he collapsed straight to the floor.

When he woke, a half-transparent shadow floated overhead. Its voice was sinister and low, with surround-sound effects:

"Zhao Ying, if you're going to bring someone home, couldn't you at least wait until after my seventh-day memorial?"

Theme: Love gives people the courage to move forward without hesitation.