Training the God of Death After Marriage

The author's other ongoing novel is He (She) Really Smells So Good.

A reserved, proper authority figure who turns dark and unhinged later × a flirtatious, alluring heiress who becomes even crazier later

Blurb:

Xu Qiao needs to have a child as soon as possible to claim the ten-billion-yuan inheritance her grandfather left behind. She has no choice but to marry into the Qi family, to their unpopular eldest son, who is on the verge of dying from illness.

The first time she sees Qi Bai, his face is pale and wan, and he needs a wheelchair to get around.

After they marry, the Nth time she throws herself at him to carry out their baby-making plan, she sees black mist swirling around the usually gentle and frail Qi Bai. A handsome man in a sharp suit steps out of his body.

It's a face she doesn't recognize.

His features are deep and stern, his black suit perfectly pressed without a single crease, and he wears black gloves. His face is as cold as ice.

“Who are you?”

Xu Qiao is dumbstruck. She never expected her dying husband to mutate.

“Death.”

The man slowly utters two words. Black mist swirls around him as he looks down at her condescendingly.

“You are a survivor-bias holdout, someone I can't reap. I can grant you one wish. Once it comes true, your soul will belong to me.”

Only then does Xu Qiao realize that, after twenty years of terrible luck, she has finally caught a lucky break: she's become a holdout that Death can't collect.

She looks the handsome, broad-shouldered, long-legged Death up and down, then narrows her eyes as inspiration strikes. “My wish is for you to have a child with me.”

“…”

Death's world contains only death and disaster, not the seven emotions and six desires. In his eyes, humans are nothing but death statistics.

After walking between the human world and the underworld for a thousand years, he has finally met a death statistic who makes such a foolish wish.

His voice is low and icy, dripping with disdainful superiority. “Human mating is vulgar.”

Later, his divinity is profaned, and he falls into an impure abyss.

One sultry, ambiguous night.

Xu Qiao takes three pregnancy tests and finally loses patience, hurling them at the man elegantly cutting his steak.

“I seriously suspect men in hell are less capable than human men. I need to find a new candidate!”

Xu Qiao goes on ten dates with different men. Each one either vanishes into thin air or suddenly appears in the Northern Hemisphere.

She kicks the door open and roars at Death, “So what if you have superpowers? You're all looks and no substance!”

Death slowly turns around and approaches her step by step, pulling off his black leather glove with his teeth.

A flash of red glints in his dark eyes, and his voice flows into her ears with his breath.

“Want to try my true form?”

The black mist disperses, and Xu Qiao sees Death's true form, which pins her elegantly in place.

A shiver runs down her spine.

He bends over her, moving as if completing a work of art.

Countless sensations wrap around her, wild and relentless.

“Baby, you seem a little excited.”

She seriously suspects Death is showing off like a peacock, flaunting abilities no human man can match.

Xu Qiao was born with a foot in dog poop, and her luck has always been terrible.

But she never imagined that one day, someone would come for her from the depths of hell, helping her turn her life around and rise to the top!

This is probably the story of a cold, proud, immensely powerful god of Death who has no choice but to let a human girl ride on his neck and run wild.

A cold, proud, immensely powerful god of Death × a flirtatious, passionate heiress plagued by bad luck

Coming soon:

He (She) Really Smells So Good

On the first day Wen Xin moves into her fiancé's family home, she meets his older brother, Liang Shishang.

The moment she sees his face, Wen Xin is utterly captivated.

Whenever Liang Shishang comes home from work late at night and rests on the sofa with his eyes closed,

Wen Xin walks barefoot down the stairs, the dim light shining through her thin nightdress.

She leans her slender waist toward him as she speaks, letting a narrow shoulder strap slip naturally off her shoulder to reveal her luminous, snowy-white neck and shoulder.

At family dinners, she even slips one delicate foot out of her slipper and deliberately brushes it against his suit trousers.

At that, his indifferent eyes suddenly fly open.

Wen Xin always feels a shiver run down her spine.

-

One night, Liang Shishang comes back from a business banquet slightly drunk and leans against the bed to rest.

The half-closed door is pushed open.

Wen Xin boldly straddles his lap, her fingertips sliding over his restrained Adam's apple as she watches his reserved, cold eyes darken with anger.

He nearly crushes her hand, lowering his voice. “That's enough!”

“But it doesn't seem to want to stop,” Wen Xin murmurs seductively in his ear.

-

Everyone knows Liang Shishang is famed in his industry for his refined manners and proper conduct. He's never even held hands with the woman he's been engaged to for six months.

No one knows that late at night, his younger brother's fiancée drives him into a sea of desire. They defy morality in a lightless, narrow space, trembling as their shadows entwine and rise and fall.

Bewitched by a temptress, he becomes her captive.

Just as Liang Shishang decides to give up everything and marry Wen Xin, he hears her sneer to a friend, “Marry Liang Shishang? Don't make me laugh. He's just a substitute. He's fine for the occasional fling.”

He feels rage swallow his reason, and his possessiveness toward her becomes more and more blatant by the day.

He even turns completely into a cold, obsessive monster.

Theme: Let's break the rules together and save humanity.