A Complete Contrast to My Boss, the King of Hell

Who is Su Beiming? The former Second Highness of the Underworld, the current Little King of Hell, the underworld diplomat who coordinates the communication between the three realms, the overlord of the underworld who hides in the human world, the special envoy appointed by the Emperor of Heaven... He is also Jiang Zhechen's boss and lover, the younger brother of Chen Suming, a super-disciple, the object of fawning over gods from all walks of life, and he also has an ulterior transaction relationship with the demon king's broken body Zhu Yuan... All in all, it looks awesome, right? But it is a pity that this perfect successor to the throne has a fatal flaw: he has a defective mental image and does not know compassion. This poor man didn't even remember his own name when he was pushed ashore by the waters of the Styx, so he acquired a lot of disturbing new identities and stood at the forefront of political struggles. He worked hard all the way to get where he is today, and even found a lover who could cure his stubborn illness and complete his mental state. But what he got in the end was a gorgeous "defeat" - he lost miserably in the fight for the throne, and even his own guards were unwilling to draw their swords to help him at the critical moment. He was betrayed by his "closest" brother, betrayed by his "favorite" partner, left alone, and fell off the altar...? Of course not true, at least not entirely. All the disasters are just a long vacation planned for him by this center of attention. During this time, he wants to explore himself and do a "selfish thing" that defies destiny. Of course, some people have already set their sights on his piece of cake. He still needs a "heart talisman" who can be by his side, solve problems, be loyal, and stabilize his mind. So after a brief period of anger, he reconciled with Jiang who was kneeling on the washboard at the door...? Don't worry, everything is under Su Beiming's control. —————————————————————————— The lights dimmed, the stars shone brightly, and the roar of the motorcycle drove past the edge of the world and the underworld. He carried the bloody long knife back home, looking for a comfortable bed to rest on. When Jiang Zhechen parked the car and took off his helmet, he saw another car in the garage, so he guessed that Su Beiming had taken a rest. But when he pushed the door open with a slight movement, the strange white light on the sofa in the dark living room scared him back half a step. "Why don't you turn on the light?" The messy white hair shook and spread to the other side. Bei Ming's pale face had no color at all, and even the black pupils were only the reflection of the computer screen. He leaned stiffly on the pillow with his head hanging, looking miserable like a dead man dying of life. What tortured you to this point? Bei Ming was not so depressed before going out to discuss! Bei Ming's alcohol capacity is astonishing, no one can get him drunk; his strength is also amazing, no one dares to bully him like this; he also has the temperament of revenge and the personality of spending every penny, no one dares to make him angry at all. Jiang Zhechen's brain was spinning rapidly. After eliminating all wrong answers, the one left behind must be the truth even if it was impossible. He stepped forward quickly and turned the computer on Bei Ming's lap. Oh, a copy of "Dual Cycle Plan for the Underworld and Human Economy" that only contained two words. "I want to change jobs." Bei Ming's complaints rang in his ears, with echoes from the underworld. "I regret the reforms I made now. Can I regret it?" "It doesn't look like that, honey." Bei Ming rolled his eyes, clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood that didn't exist. He fell down with an exaggerated performance. "What's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhechen tried his best to suppress his laughter and reached out to pull him. "Su Beiming. Excel has crashed." "Don't crash. Restart, restart, restart." Jiang Zhechen kissed the dead face persistently, so much that Beiming's face almost deformed. "Don't kiss, the battery is really out! There's not a drop left." Su Beiming used a kitten to scratch, and the effect was outstanding. He escaped from Jiang Zhechen's fatal kiss and closed the computer angrily. "I can't do it anymore. I want to sleep." He folded his hands and lay flat on the sofa, closing his eyes peacefully. "Maybe after some sleep my plan will appear, are you right?" "Don't look at me. I can help you change the font format, but as for the planning project... The most I can do is help you retrieve the file you didn't save just now." Jiang Zhechen added, "Although I only wrote two words." "Ah, you are so annoying." Bei Ming raised her foot and kicked him, "Ganggun, I order you to take a bath, and then come and carry me to bed immediately to sleep with me. Go, if you make me unhappy, I will fire you!" "Yes Sir." —————————————————————————— Note: The character relationships in this article include settings such as loyal dogs, superiors and subordinates, amnesia, reincarnation, etc. The background of the characters refers to part of history (but I am not a liberal arts student, so I am just doing my best). There is no political mapping, so be careful to avoid lightning. Intention: Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven