I Woke Up as My Archrival's Wife

On his eighteenth birthday, Lu Wangxiao came down with a high fever on campus. By the time someone carried him to the school clinic, he'd already passed out. When he opened his eyes again, he'd traveled ten years into the future.

His whole body ached. He looked up in a daze and found his nemesis, Shao Xichao, holding him in his arms. Ambiguous fingerprints still lingered around his waist.

Shao Xichao's eternally icy face was pressed against the back of his neck as he murmured coaxingly, “Baby, you weren't this cold when you begged me to hold you last night.”

Lu Wangxiao let out a horrified scream.

Who are you calling baby?!!

He swung a fist on reflex.

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It took Lu Wangxiao quite a while to come to terms with the shock of traveling ten years into the future and ending up in bed with his nemesis.

Even though he found everything about Shao Xichao irritating and didn't know his way around this future, what was done was done.

The twenty-eight-year-old Shao Xichao had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, sharp features, and an air of mature restraint and refinement.

And at twenty-eight, Lu Wangxiao didn't have to work, had never lifted a finger to do housework, and had an unlimited supplementary credit card. Shao Xichao gave him everything he asked for: if he wanted the moon, Shao Xichao wouldn't settle for the stars.

Lu Wangxiao took a deep breath.

The twenty-eight-year-old Shao Xichao was different from his eighteen-year-old self in every way, both in his looks and in how he treated Lu Wangxiao. Besides, his current life felt like a dream. After some deliberation, Lu Wangxiao lay flat in peace.

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Lu Wangxiao happily spent every day in a life where food and clothes were brought to him.

Until one day, he insisted on seeing the aurora, only to come down with another fever because of his delicate constitution and pass out again.

When he opened his eyes, the smell of alcohol filled his nostrils.

Lu Wangxiao's head was foggy. He turned and saw Shao Xichao sitting by his side, then instinctively put an arm around him. His voice was hoarse and plaintive. “Honey, I love you so much. I got sick just to see the aurora with you. You have to make it up to me this time. I want to go play on an island in the Bahamas...”

Eighteen-year-old Shao Xichao had carried Lu Wangxiao to the school clinic. He was exhausted, and then the boy in front of him started spouting crazy, clingy nonsense.

Shao Xichao gave him a cold look. “Did your fever make you crazy?”

Lu Wangxiao: …????

Reading Guide:

1. They're each other's first love. At first, the pursuer chases the pursued; later, the pursued chases the pursuer. They each have their own way of pursuing, and fans of either lead will be destroyed by this story

2. The pursued travels back and forth alone, from eighteen to twenty-eight and back to eighteen. I checked with the editor, and it counts as a modern urban novel, so there's no category mismatch

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Please check out these upcoming novels, too. 1. After Quitting My Job, I Got Stuck with a College Student

Synopsis:

The umpteenth time there was a knock at the door, Yu Qingcen looked utterly defeated.

It was only his first week back in his hometown after the pressure of working like a dog at a major corporation had driven him out, and the college student staying with his family was already driving him crazy.

He opened the door and found himself looking straight at the bare chest of the other guy, who'd just gotten out of the shower.

Water trickled down the lines of his abs, and Yu Qingcen's brow twitched.

He looked away. “Where are your clothes?”

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The college student staying with them was Lu Chijing, the child of his parents' friends. A fourth-year art student, he was six years younger than Yu Qingcen.

He needed to stay in this ancient town for several months to gather material for a project and prepare his graduation work.

The hormones of a man in his twenties were practically bursting out of him.

Under Yu Qingcen's gaze, Lu Chijing leaned casually against the doorframe, his dark eyes fixed intently on Yu Qingcen's face.

“I got paint on it, so I washed it off.” The young man's voice was low and husky. “Bro, can you model for me for two hours tonight?”

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Yu Qingcen had planned to spend a quiet, desire-free retirement in his hometown, but he never expected things to get so chaotic.

A dim room, rising body heat, and ragged breaths out of control.

As their live-in boundaries crumbled, Yu Qingcen clutched his aching waist and thought

Lu Chijing really knew how to wear a person out.

But he was also really sexy.

Upcoming Novel 2: Haha, I Really Don't Want to Live Anymore

Synopsis:

When the protagonist received a terminal diagnosis, his first thought was to mess with his ex-boyfriend.

He dug up the WeChat account he'd blocked three years earlier from memory and sent a friend request.

The verification message read

[They say a dying person's words are always kind. Knowing I don't have much time left is the only reason I dared to tell you how I feel.

I still love you deeply.

You won't feel pressured, and you won't be sad for me, right?

But if I can leave this world carrying my love for you, I have no regrets.

I hope you live a happy, healthy life, free of illness and misfortune.]

After sending it, the protagonist happily turned off his phone. He imagined how his ex-boyfriend might react to the message and burst out laughing.

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Half an hour later.

A message that an intern had made a mistake in a report arrived at the same time as one from his ex-boyfriend.

Theme: The people who love you will love you no matter what