My Ex Hates Me to the Core

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An unconventional story of healing and rekindled love

[Early story] #County-town top student x boxing gym owner#

[Later story] #Self-serving, cool-headed actress x irresistibly charismatic outdoor tour guide#

Note: Age gap. He’s five years older than her, an older man romance.

After Becoming a Superstar, I Reunited with the First Love from My County Town Whom I Kicked to the Curb

He’s Still Pretty Damn Crazy

Synopsis:

Bie Zhizi found Chen She in an alley by a hair salon.

He was covered in injuries, leaning against a wall. He looked up at her with tired, cold eyes. His solitary, rugged frame held up a young, arrogant body.

Everyone in the little county town had something bad to say about him, and everyone was afraid of him.

Bie Zhizi was still in high school, but she was about to become a “bargaining chip” for her widowed mother.

She felt that fate was like a dull knife, slowly tearing away at a person’s flesh and leaving behind a lingering, persistent ache.

That year, Bie Zhizi crouched in front of him, like a cosmos flower growing in the wilderness.

She said, “Chen She, I saved your life.”

In his twenty-some years of life, Chen She had never before been pestered by a girl so convinced she deserved credit.

Chen really did have a way with women.

Even pretty girls from top high schools fell desperately in love with him.

But he was no good guy. Teasing a schoolgirl was just a game, like teasing a child.

A man as heartless as him was the last person anyone should expect to fall in love.

Nobody could have guessed that Bie Zhizi would leave so decisively.

Cleanly and without hesitation.

Chen She went from looking like a mad dog to being genuinely insane.

Nobody dared mention her name in front of him.

After all their back-and-forth, the two of them finally cut ties that summer.

Five years later, Bie Zhizi had become a household-name superstar.

She was filming a travel variety show in the far northwest.

When she looked up, her long-lost ex was now the handsome leader of the outdoor club working with the production crew. He leaned against the doorway, coolly smoking as he chatted with the beautiful owner of the club.

His voice seemed to melt into the smoke.

Cold and careless.

“A superstar?”

“Never heard of you. Are you famous?”

The variety show reached its climax.

Bie Zhizi and the male star from her new drama were also the talk of the town as an on-screen couple.

The shy actor knocked on her door late at night, hoping to get some private time with her.

But the one who opened the door was the handsome tour guide hired by the production crew, with a bright red handprint on his face.

The actor blinked. “Even if you are the uncle of Zhizi’s high school classmate, you can’t come here in the middle of the night...”

“She told you that?” Chen She interrupted impatiently.

He looked him up and down, then gave a mocking laugh. “I’m her old flame.

“I love her. I deserve whatever I get.”

“Let’s make the same mistake all over again.”

“I mean, let’s fall in love again.”

1. Both are each other’s only one, but the male lead is no good guy. The heroine is exceptionally clear-headed, so dive right in.

2. Early story: healing in a county town, top student x boxing gym owner. Later story: reunion in the northwest, actress x tour guide.

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Officer, I’m Really Not an Undercover Agent

#Officer, hurry up, or I’ll become the Demon King!#

#The years the Battle Angel served as the Demon King’s favorite consort#

#I’m a Battle Angel, I swear!#

A gorgeous beauty who plays dumb to maintain her cover x the strongest fighter, forced out of hibernation to avenge his wife

Synopsis:

Icilin was the only Battle Angel who never fell into a deep sleep. She was sent to the demon realm to work undercover for years, and her beautiful face made her the Demon King’s favorite consort.

“Hey, Archangel, when are you finally going to launch the attack?”

“Sir, at the rate I’m being promoted, I’ll become the Demon King after two more years undercover!”

The Archangel told her to stop watching so many human TV dramas. They couldn’t win yet, he said. They had to wait for the other Battle Angels to wake up, so Icilin would have to keep playing the Demon King’s favorite for two more years.

But plans never survive contact with reality.

The Demon King was ambushed by other factions and disappeared for more than half a year.

The good news: The young, powerful Demon King was alive and had fought his way back.

The bad news: He had a human girl with him, bound to him by a blood pact.

The human girl looked like a pure, delicate little flower. She timidly followed the Demon King and asked, “Little Black, is this your home?”

The sixth-generation Demon King, the youngest tyrant in history and ruler of the largest territory, answered gently, “Yes. From now on, this will be your home too.”

Suddenly, an electronic sound rang out in the air.

“Ding-dong!”

“The main quest for The Demon King’s Runaway Girl has begun!”

“Host, defeat the wicked rival Icilin as soon as possible and become the Demon King’s queen!”

“Oh no, Officer, I’ve fallen out of favor!”

Icilin might have had a face that suggested she was a master schemer, but she couldn’t outmaneuver a human college student.

The human girl and that inexplicable electronic voice framed her again and again. She lost the Demon King’s trust and was thrown into Hell, where she suffered a fate worse than death.

As soon as she got out, she contacted the Archangel.

“I can’t do this anymore! That was the eighteenth level of Hell!” Icilin wailed. “I spent seventeen years undercover, taking bullets and blades for him, all to earn my position. Then that human girl shed a few tears, and I got thrown into the prison for sinners!”

“Just hang in there a little longer,” the Archangel said, exasperated.

“Hang in there, my ass! I really can’t do this anymore!” Icilin cried.

The Archangel coaxed her patiently. “I know you’re upset, but don’t be upset just yet... Aah!”

Icilin hadn’t even finished crying when a scream suddenly came from the other end of the call.

She hurriedly stopped and tried to contact him again.

“Hello? Hello? Sir?”

“...”

“Hello, my ass.”

A familiar, lazy voice suddenly came from the other end, low and magnetic, with the chill of someone who’d just woken up.

“You let yourself get bullied like this? You’re an embarrassment to me.”

Lazarus was the sixth-generation Demon King, the youngest ruler of the demon realm. He embodied the power of resurrection, and was known as the Cold-Blooded Tyrant.

He had always had a demon general at his side, who was also his favorite consort. No matter who became queen, her position in the demon realm would never be shaken.

Icilin was the black rose born for the sixth-generation Demon King. She would never leave him. At least, that was what Lazarus believed until Michael awoke.

The legend of the Battle Angels tells of the one who led the gods into twilight, the wielder of the blade.

Now the wielder of the blade had forcibly ended his hibernation and stood alone in the demon realm’s great hall. He held the Demon King’s favorite consort, Icilin, in his arms, his gaze sweeping over them like a god looking down on ants.

Michael spoke softly.

“Fifteen minutes.”

Before all living things in this land were laid to waste, the merciful god said,

“Run for your lives.”

Theme: Only I can save myself from the abyss.