After My Archrival Moved Into My House

A new novel is now underway: Siamese Cat Comes to the Sword Sect Blurb Duan Ming suspected that four years of scraping by on scraps in Great Britain had rotted his brain. Otherwise, why would he run into his old nemesis the moment he returned home? The dignified young master of the Song family, Song Ci, had fallen so low that he was working for drink commissions at a bar karaoke lounge, and might even have to provide additional services. As if possessed, Duan Ming took Song Ci home. Sitting on the sofa, he ordered, "Go pour me some tea." Song Ci lowered his head dejectedly. Duan Ming felt a pang in his heart. "Forget it. Sit down. I'll get it." Duan Ming said, "Go make dinner. Nothing fancy, just eight dishes and a soup." Song Ci went into the kitchen without a word, only to accidentally cut his finger with a knife. Duan Ming grumbled as he chased him out of the kitchen, then came out half an hour later carrying bowls and called Song Ci over to eat. Duan Ming had always thought that the nemesis he'd taken in was all sharp tongue and no strength, helpless and unable to look after himself. So when Song Ci wandered past him again and again in a bathrobe with the collar hanging open, Duan Ming chose to help him tie it closed. "Put it on properly. Don't catch a chill." Meeting Song Ci's astonished gaze, Duan Ming thought he was truly the kindest man in the world. After following Duan Ming home, Song Ci was left with only two worries. One: His flirtatious glances were wasted on a blind man. Two: When would the blind man finally open his eyes? New novel: Siamese Cat Comes to the Sword Sect There were cats all over a peak on Mount Xianqing. After the passing Sword Venerable Yintiao saved them with a single strike, the people there debated for ages and decided to send one of the cats from the mountain to serve as his sword-hugging page. With black ears, a black face, black paws, and a black tail, Xianmo the Siamese cat looked nothing like the local cats. After the Grand Elder cast a divination, he sent Xianmo to the Sword Venerable. Sword Venerable Yintiao hadn't wanted a cat for a sword-hugging page, especially one that curled up to be smaller than his sword hilt. But this cat was a little too clingy. On its very first day, it dared to burrow into his robes. Before Sword Venerable Yintiao had even decided whether to keep the kitten, it had already settled on his mountain. One day, Sword Venerable Yintiao went away on a trip. When he came home, his clean, white cat was gone, replaced by a cat blacker than thousand-year-old black iron. Yintiao drew his treasured sword. "What manner of demon are you, daring to impersonate my cat!" Cat: ??? Cat: But I am Mimi! I fell into a snowdrift yesterday! Just wait until I've warmed up for a few days and I'll be white again!!! I'm currently saving up chapters for my next novel, You Call That Again, which will be my next release. [Poetic Blurb] When your feet sink into the yellow earth, you learn to love the wheat all over again. [Story Blurb] Fuming, Xiang Yang was dragged into the company. On his first day at work, he was already planning to make life difficult for everyone. He demanded four secretaries, all of them fair-skinned and beautiful, with slim waists and long legs. One to serve tea, one to pour water, one to massage his waist, and one to rub his legs. Without all four, the young master wouldn't be able to get through a single day at work. Old Master Xiang gave a cold snort and dragged in a strong young man from the university's physical education department: Sun Miao. With dark skin, a crew cut, and a voice like a bell, he was a tough guy with a martial arts background. He looked utterly dependable, and there was no way Xiang Yang would get together with him. But it seemed Old Master Xiang had gotten one thing wrong. This didn't look like a punishment for Xiang Yang so much as a reward. Younger man, 1v1, both virgins, happy ending Who's Shouting at Me? When An He was taken out to international waters by his manager, the cruise ship was packed with "goods" waiting to be selected. "You won't do it?" The manager's voice was full of certainty, and the contempt in his eyes was nauseating. "Then jump off the ship if you've got the guts. The shore is only a couple hundred nautical miles away. If you can swim back, you'll be the new talent our company promotes next year." An He glanced at the waves crashing against the ship, sending spray several meters into the air, then turned and walked toward the man seated in the place of honor. Wei Jianqing was Yangcheng's hottest financial tycoon. Wherever President Wei went, he was never accompanied by anyone. There were even rumors claiming, with absolute confidence, that some aspect of his physical functions was impaired. Looking at the man's handsome profile, An He decided to risk everything! When everyone realized his target, they all laughed at his delusions. "President Wei, please." An He took a lighter from his pocket, leaned forward, and flicked up a flame. Amid the crowd's jeers, Wei Jianqing used the flame An He offered to light a cigarette. "Come with me." An He put away his lighter and, where he thought Wei Jianqing couldn't see, mouthed to his manager, "You're dead." Once An He had risen to power, he went back and beat up everyone who had bullied him, as well as everyone who'd been planning to. Afterward, An He pinched his thigh until he managed to squeeze out two tears. Holding up his red palm, he complained to Wei Jianqing, "Honey, they all bullied me!" Wei Jianqing: ... I just saw you jump up and slap him in the face. Moral: Never set out to harm others.