Getting a Happy Ending with My Archenemy in Another World

--Novel Blurb:

After transmigrating to a strange, peaceful world, Qi Guan slowly put away his bloodstained knife. He earned money, ate, learned to paint, and searched for the meaning of life.

One day, Qi Guan took his camera and went out. The click of the shutter rang out, and a man working in the fields at the foot of the mountain frowned and looked over.

Qi Guan lowered his camera, and their eyes met.

“That's a strong waist.” Qi Guan raised an eyebrow and wolf-whistled at him.

Shi Lang glanced at him and swung his hoe high, getting back to work.

*

After that, Qi Guan often took his camera and headed for the foot of the mountain.

“No smoking on the mountain.” Shi Lang passed by, glanced at him, and warned him coldly.

“I'm not smoking. My mouth's dry. Will you kiss me?” Qi Guan smiled, wild and brilliant, while the cold wind tossed his loose, long hair. He looked like a madman.

*

Before transmigrating to this peaceful, unfamiliar world, Shi Lang's life had consisted of just one word: “missions.” Cold, abstinent, and old-fashioned, he had never imagined that he would end up sharing a bed with a man.

The cold wind rattled the windows of the wooden cabin by the mountain.

Qi Guan leaned back halfway into the soft sofa, gritting his teeth and tilting his head back as he pushed at Shi Lang's crew cut. “Your hair is poking my legs.”

“...Bear with it.” Shi Lang's voice was muffled.

*

It seemed they had nothing but a physical relationship.

Whenever Qi Guan lost control, he went to Shi Lang. Shi Lang refused to cross the line with him again, until at last he couldn't hold back. He grabbed Qi Guan by the chin and demanded fiercely, “You have someone in your heart, so why are you fooling around with me?”

“...He's been dead for a long time.” Qi Guan smiled, but it looked as if he were crying.

Why compete with a dead man? Shi Lang asked himself, but he still couldn't stop himself from punching Qi Guan's bewitchingly beautiful face.

*

Then Shi Lang saw a drawing of himself from his previous life in the sketchbook Qi Guan had secretly kept hidden, along with a name: Zhong You.

The signature beside it read: Tan Zaijiu.

Shock and disbelief took turns crossing Shi Lang's usually restrained eyes.

“Who said you could look at that!” Qi Guan snatched back the sketchbook, his eyes clouded with terrifying malice.

* Rivals-to-lovers

* Unrequited love becomes mutual

* Both die and transmigrate

* A taste of versatile roles

* A long-haired beauty with psychosomatic symptoms x an emotionally steady, crew-cut tough guy

* Neither of them is a good person

* Some dual POV

*Any illnesses in this story have no relation to real-life illnesses and are included only for the purpose of the story. Please don't identify with them. Respect and pray!

2025.12.11

Theme: Wanting to buy osmanthus flowers and carry wine along together