The Emperor I Once Fed Came Looking for Me

Two miraculous things happened to He Xingxu. The first was that food dropped onto his phone one day and disappeared. Then it was fever medicine, bandages... Just as he was considering getting a new phone, a gaunt paw covered in scars and bandages poked out from inside it. He Xingxu looked at the not-so-fluffy paw and began an utterly deranged feeding frenzy; The second was that he transmigrated. It was the interstellar era, and he started out on a barren planet with a bare, empty house and not a penny to his name. Mecha and warships roared overhead, alien beasts and insectoids ran rampant all around him, and a giant alien bird dropped out of nowhere. He Xingxu's mouth watered. He dragged the alien bird back to his shabby little house, grateful for nature's generous gift! Before long, a food stall appeared on the barren planet, selling sizzling fried meat, deep-fried tenderloin, crispy pork ribs, braised crispy pork, fragrant marinated wings... all made from alien beast meat. At first, everyone was like: Wait, is he crazy? Can you even eat that stuff? Later, everyone was like: Stop pushing! Which little brat took a bite out of my wing? You beast! I waited in line for three days to get this skewer! And you bit the tenderest part! He Xingxu's food stall became a hit, and its fare even made it before the empire's cruel, cold-blooded emperor, who had suffered from mental instability for years. The taciturn, indifferent emperor stared at the food his subordinate presented, unmoved. Then he saw a video. When he recognized the hands that had fed him several times, hands he had searched for in vain for so long, his expression changed for the first time. Coming Soon The True Young Master Returns from Cultivation Ji Wuwei learned, as he lay dying, that he was the villainous supporting character in a book. As the real young master, he was destined to die a miserable death; The child he had fathered with an unknown woman was the cannon-fodder supporting character in another book, destined to give everything for the protagonist before dying miserably. And the protagonists of those two books were, respectively, the fake young master and the fake young master's adopted son. Ji Wuwei laughed in anger. So they were targeting him and his son, fleecing them for all they were worth. Perhaps his resentment was simply too great, because even after dying, Ji Wuwei clung to a final breath and spent five hundred years in the cultivation world. At the moment of ascension, his unresolved obsession drew a lightning tribulation that struck him back into the modern world. Five hundred years had passed in the cultivation world, but only five years in the modern one. Now his little one was living a wretched, pitiful life in the Ji family, suffering all manner of abuse and manipulation from the fake young master and his son. Ji Wuwei was furious. In a fit of anger, he took the child and went to find the adopted son protagonist's biggest golden finger after adulthood: a lonely-for-life, top-tier tycoon from a prestigious family with a colossal inheritance. He shoved the child into the man's arms. "Want an heir? This one's your biological child." Not long after successfully entrusting the child, Ji Wuwei became a highly sought-after guest among the great families. The younger generation of the great families waited on him hand and foot, doing everything they could to please him. Somehow, they found out that Ji Wuwei liked handsome men. One day, they took him to an upscale club and lined up eighteen top male models for him to choose from. Ji Wuwei, who considered himself single, looked on with shining eyes. No wonder he had carefully chosen a family he liked. They really knew how to please him. Just as he was dazzled by the choices, the luxurious, noisy private room fell silent. Ji Wuwei reluctantly looked away and saw a tall man and a child at the dim doorway. A handsome, distinguished man in a sharp suit held a child who looked just like him. The older man's eyes were shadowed beneath lowered brows, while the little one's eyes brimmed with tears. Both were staring right at him. At first, the younger members of the great families were like: Holy crap, the cold-faced demon of the Qi family finally shows up, and it's at a place like this? Isn't it a bit much to bring a kid to pick male models? Later, the younger members of the great families were like: Help! Help! We accidentally found eighteen male models for the cold-faced demon's other half. Will we live to see tomorrow's sun? Theme: Stand on your own two feet and be happy every day