Bro, Please Let Him Go to Me

[A shout-out to my friend Jiu Ye Hao Gui's novel: An Affectionate Alpha Is the Best]

[Upcoming: Big Daddy Is Forced to Become a Caged Canary]

Cen Zhiqing is the Host of the White Moonlight System. His mission is to become the white moonlight his husband loves but can never have.

He diligently builds up affection points, and the mission is going smoothly.

But can someone tell him why his husband's brothers always fall in love with him? And why do they want to marry him, too?

So you're all Cao Cao's kind, huh?

1. [The Ups and Downs of a Wealthy Family: Falling for My Sister-in-Law]

Cen Zhiqing and Shen Gu were joined in a business marriage.

A loveless marriage was like a drifting weed with no roots: one gust of wind, and it would scatter.

Shen Gu was busy with social engagements every day and couldn't spare a thought for Cen Zhiqing's feelings.

Knowing he was surplus to requirements, Cen Zhiqing quietly stayed home, cooking for Shen Gu and doing his best to play the part of a sweet wife.

In public, they were the closest of spouses.

In private, they were strangers, distant as could be.

In their friends' eyes, Shen Gu had married a wonderful wife, beautiful and gentle.

Yan Chen had once thought so, too.

That is, until he grew closer and closer to Cen Zhiqing and discovered the truth about their marriage.

Shen Gu didn't love Cen Zhiqing at all. He even deliberately hurt him!

He felt sorry for his sister-in-law.

He thought,

If Shen Gu didn't love her...

Then he would.

2. [Dominating the Sect: The One I Love Most Is My Sister-in-Law]

As the Immortal Venerable of Biluo, Cen Zhiqing was noble and radiant, peerless and unmatched.

He was like a sacred being one could admire from afar, but never desecrate.

Then Cen Zhiqing failed to break through his cultivation bottleneck, and a villain took advantage of the opportunity to cripple all his powers.

The Immortal Venerable fell from his pedestal and became the sect's useless deadweight.

After the New Year, Cen Zhiqing was offered to the Sword Sect's leader as a sacrifice to secure peace.

The Sword Sect's leader was aloof and dignified. He never deigned to look at Cen Zhiqing, and even turned a blind eye when the Sword Sect disciples insulted and bullied him.

Cen Zhiqing silently endured every injustice, swallowing his anger.

Zhang Shengwei saw it all.

He believed that after Cen Zhiqing became his cousin's cultivation partner, he should have been able to nurture and repair his spiritual meridians, then gradually regain his cultivation.

Besides, as the sect leader's spouse, he should have been treated with the utmost respect.

Yet he was being treated like this...

Zhang Shengwei was displeased.

His sister-in-law had once gently shelled pine nuts for him, listening quietly as he talked about the difficulties and obstacles on his path of cultivation.

He shouldn't be trampled on.

Zhang Shengwei grew more and more dissatisfied.

He swore to himself that one day he would tear off the Sword Sect leader's hypocritical mask and take Cen Zhiqing into his arms.

He would make his sister-in-law his own, and his alone.

3. [Fake Canary: Madly in Love with My Sister-in-Law]

Ning Xi had seen Cen Zhiqing before.

Two years ago.

It was October, at his uncle's funeral. Rain poured down in sheets.

Cen Zhiqing stood in the rain, the gale whipping up his black coat. Rain ran straight off his brow and dripped down without even wetting his eyelashes.

His gaze was deep, his emotions detached, as if nothing could catch his eye.

He was like a black drongo perched on a branch, so quiet, yet so full of menace.

And yet, dangling from his right earlobe was a long, vivid red ruby, striking in the gloom.

The earring lent him a sensual allure.

Like bait dangled over a trap, brazen and ostentatious.

Ning Xi had only just come of age. One glimpse of Cen Zhiqing, and he could never forget him.

Until the Cen family's cash flow collapsed.

Ning Xi saw Cen Zhiqing again.

Cen Zhiqing was sitting on the sofa. His older brother tilted his chin up, teasing and toying with him, pressing his thumb hard against Cen Zhiqing's lips.

Ning Qingshan was willing to help the Cen family through the crisis, on the condition that Cen Zhiqing become his lover, his wife.

The black drongo drowned in the sea.

The person Ning Xi loved had inexplicably become his sister-in-law.

Ning Xi was furious.

He forcibly turned Cen Zhiqing's face toward him and demanded, "Do you really love him that much?"

Cen Zhiqing's gaze was dark and heavy. He didn't answer.

"I'm younger than him, and I'm better than him." Ning Xi stared at Cen Zhiqing and slowly leaned closer. His tone was dangerous, but his voice softened. "Are you really willing to spend your whole life only having sex with a scoundrel?"

Then the door swung open.

"What are you doing in my room?"

THE END. [Here's to Our Reunion]

Some plot ideas and blurbs I couldn't turn into full-length novels became short stories of around twenty thousand words instead. Enjoy them as you like. Here are the blurbs:

1. [The Ultimate Cuckold: Letting My Brother Sleep with My Wife]

On the first day of Duan Zhengya and Cen Zhiqing's marriage, Pei Tianjing received a message from Duan Zhengya.

Duan Zhengya: You're the friend I trust most, my closest brother.

Duan Zhengya: I'm so lucky to know you.

Duan Zhengya: So, would you sleep with my wife? I'll pay you fifty thousand for your trouble.

Pei Tianjing couldn't make sense of what Duan Zhengya was saying at first.

As for his answer, obviously he had to refuse.

A brother's wife was off-limits. How could he cuckold his friend?

He refused, but Duan Zhengya wouldn't let it go. Every day, he messaged Pei, begging him to sleep with his wife and promising to do anything.

Only then did Pei Tianjing understand. Duan Zhengya was a cuckold fetishist. Seeing someone else steal his beloved wife gave him a feeling of triumphant satisfaction and sent his libido soaring.

Pei Tianjing honestly didn't know what to say.

He kept refusing, while Duan Zhengya kept pestering him and recommending his wife.

After half a year of this, Pei Tianjing hadn't had a single good night's sleep. With no other choice, he finally agreed.

When Duan Zhengya learned Pei Tianjing was going to sleep with his wife, he nearly passed out. He even prepared two boxes of tissues.

At Duan Zhengya's home, Pei Tianjing met Cen Zhiqing in a strictly professional capacity.

His features were bright and beautiful, his long hair smooth. He wore rimless glasses, and his shirt was buttoned up all the way to the top. He was both chaste and alluring.

Pei Tianjing was practically stunned.

How could Duan Zhengya bear to hand over such a beautiful wife?

Then Duan Zhengya laid out three requirements.

1. He would be in the second bedroom. The master bedroom had two-way surveillance cameras, but no sound, because he wanted to see what happened and be able to see Cen Zhiqing's face.

2. Pei Tianjing had to take Cen Zhiqing out on dates three times a week.

3. He didn't mind if they got a little kinky.

Pei Tianjing was completely speechless.

Entering the master bedroom, Pei Tianjing awkwardly wrapped an arm around Cen Zhiqing's waist and led him to the bed, kissing the side of his neck.

The atmosphere was charged, and they were about to get to the main event.

But after the kiss, Cen Zhiqing caught him by the forearm, pushed him down onto the bed, and said gently, "I'm sorry, but I can only top. Please forgive me."

Pei Tianjing nearly went limp on the spot.

After they finished, Pei Tianjing was exhausted. He looked toward the monitor in the second bedroom.

On the screen, Duan Zhengya had already passed out from pleasure.

Pei Tianjing covered his face. The post-orgasm clarity finally brought him back to his senses.

What on earth had he done?

2. [The Beautiful Widower: Loving My Sister-in-Law Through Grief]

At sixteen, his last living relative died.

At twenty-six, his husband died.

Cen Zhiqing was devastated, spending all day in tears.

Why did fate treat him this way?

Why, no matter how hard he tried, could he never get what he wanted?

He'd lost his family and his love.

What did he have left to live for?

Cen Zhiqing was consumed by grief. Everyone knew he loved Markov.

Even Markov himself thought so.

His death had been planned from the start. To seize the throne of the Demon King, he had to win.

He'd once thought his wife's silence was because he didn't love him, so he deliberately neglected him and never came home. He never imagined his wife loved him so much.

Seeing his wife sort through his belongings and weep despite trying to hold back tears, Markov's heart ached.

Seeing his wife live alone in the world, not even knowing to dress warmly, Markov's heart ached again.

Just as he was about to seize the Demon King's throne and return to his wife, he discovered someone else by his wife's side.

That person comforted his wife and kept him company.

The two were so close, they seemed like the perfect couple.

His wife's tears, his wife's smiles, his wife's love, they all seemed to have shifted to that person.

And that person was a brother who had once shared life-and-death bonds with him.

His brother had stolen his wife.

Prison often heard Markov talk about his useless wife.

He couldn't cook, was terrible at housework, couldn't tell one grain from another, and didn't even know how to wash clothes.

Markov didn't like his wife.

He often told Prison that if only he could get a divorce, he couldn't wait to move on to someone else.

With that impression in mind, Prison happened to meet Cen Zhiqing.

After meeting him, he realized Cen Zhiqing wasn't at all as awful as Markov had described. On the contrary, he was wonderful.

Prison fell for his brother's widower.

Holding Cen Zhiqing in his arms, he made a humble promise: "I don't need you to do housework for me, and I don't need you to give anything up for me. I just want you to live a comfortable, happy life. I can give you everything you want, on one condition: you love me."

3. [The Legacy of Cao Cao: Fighting Over My Sister-in-Law]

Cen Zhiqing had been married for six years.

Their marriage was harmonious, they treated each other with respect, and their days were peaceful and ordinary.

Every now and then, someone would bring up the past, like the battle between Zhong Mu and Zhong Zhan over who would marry Cen Zhiqing.

The story went that the brothers had both fallen in love with Cen Zhiqing at the same time, fighting and showing off to win his heart.

Though Zhong Mu and Zhong Zhan were complete opposites in personality, they were twins and shared the same face. In theory, it should have been hard to pick between them. Yet before the rivalry had even lasted long, Cen Zhiqing chose Zhong Zhan, and they married in record time.

No one knew that on the night Cen Zhiqing got married, Zhong Mu drank himself into a stupor and sat alone until dawn.

He couldn't understand why Cen Zhiqing could only see Zhong Zhan.

Zhong Mu refused to accept it.

But no matter how much he refused to accept it, he couldn't change the fact that Cen Zhiqing had married his older brother. So he could only hide all his love in his heart and silently watch Cen Zhiqing.

He thought he would go on pining in secret until he died.

Until one night, he saw Zhong Zhan holding an unfamiliar man and passionately kissing him in a dim alley.

Zhong Zhan was cheating.

Almost without thinking, Zhong Mu took a photo.

That evening, he showed it to Cen Zhiqing and said, "Sister-in-law, Brother has fallen for someone else."

The moment Cen Zhiqing saw the photo, his eyes reddened.

Zhong Mu forced himself to swallow his heartbreak and took Cen Zhiqing's hands. "Sister-in-law, he and I look exactly alike. Can't you look at me instead? I've loved you for eight years. I loved you even before Zhong Zhan did."

Zhong Mu wiped away the tears at the corners of Cen Zhiqing's eyes and pleaded, "Sister-in-law, let me love you."

Sister-in-law romance.

If you don't cherish your wife, brother, please give him to me (singing)

Share your brother's wife, send him over here to be my bride (singing)

If one day I fall for your wife, and your wife falls for me, too (singing)

You don't love your wife, you always say he's too much. Rather than suffer, let him come to me (singing)

---- Upcoming ----

-- Big Daddy Is Forced to Become a Caged Canary --

Zong Yan, the kind of boyfriend who takes charge of everything, a real big daddy.

He didn't understand.

He was thirty-two and had had eight relationships.

Every one ended the same way: he caught his boyfriend cheating red-handed.

His boyfriend would pull the blanket over their bodies and say, "Sorry. He can give me what you can't."

Zong Yan would ask, "What can he give you?"

After a brief silence, his boyfriend would say, "Everything."

Zong Yan would say, "Sorry to bother you."

After achieving the fashionable feat of eight consecutive cheating partners, Zong Yan had completely given up on love.

One night, he went to a bar with a friend to take his mind off things.

As he sat at the bar, a man approached and started chatting him up.

Zong Yan put on the air of a chaste gentleman. "Not interested."

The man said, "Spend the night with me, and I'll give you a hundred thousand."

Zong Yan said, "I don't need money."

The man pulled out a private bank card. "Spend as much as you like."

Zong Yan: "..."

His friend egged him on. "Sleep with him. It's not like you've got anything to lose."

With a cold expression, Zong Yan tucked the bank card into the man's collar. "I don't need your money."

After that night, Zong Yan decided to end things without emotion and never date again.

He had barely stepped out of the bedroom when a crowd followed him, chattering away.

"Mr. Zong, this is the property Mr. Yue has given you."

"Mr. Zong, Mr. Yue hopes you'll join the family trust."

Zong Yan frowned. "I'm not family. How can I join the family trust?"

Just then, Yue Sen sauntered up to him and smiled. "You can if we get married."

Zong Yan: "...?"

#There's always a bigger daddy#

#Forcing a big daddy to become a caged canary#

#Can this world ever get any better#

Message: Keep your feet on the ground and work hard for your dreams