My Frail Lover Became the Leader of the Supernatural

Seven-year itch / Mr. and Mrs. Smith / loving enemies Rivalry-route lovers say nothing, they just keep □□. [Monster-beauty bottom who hasn't been a boss in years x top-ranking human officer] [Seductive, sickly, sharp-tongued, strong-yet-tragic beauty x straight-laced, romance-obsessed man with a mind full of dirty thoughts] Blurb: Pei Qingshan is the head of the Beidou Bureau, known as humanity's last line of defense. To make this young tyrant, burdened with responsibility, seem a little more human, the bureau set him up on a blind date. His date was an ordinary person, a university professor in poor health who had always assumed Pei Qingshan was an ordinary civil servant. Before they knew it, they had been married for seven years. But lately, their placid married life seemed to have hit the fabled seven-year itch. A minor spat every three days, a major fight every five. Because Pei Qingshan came home from work yesterday and didn't wash the dishes, Wen Zhu hadn't spoken to him for fourteen hours. Pei Qingshan: “Is everything my fault? Doesn't he have anything to answer for?” His adjutant carefully ventured, “What did he do wrong?” Pei Qingshan: “He got out of the shower without putting on a shirt.” His subordinates: “...” Get us a different commander. This guy's mind is full of dirty thoughts. And that wasn't all. Pei Qingshan also noticed that strange things had been appearing around the house lately. Short, bristly hairs, an unfamiliar tie, an intimate recording of a man's voice, and unmentionable bruises and bite marks on his lover, bright red against his porcelain-white, delicate collarbone. Pei Qingshan had his suspicions. His husband might be cheating on him. Wen Zhu had lived peacefully among humans for ten years. He led an ordinary life and had an ordinary lover. Until one day, he came home from the market. There, in his house, was a red-eyed wolf spider covered in long hair. It was half a person tall, and every leg had an eyeball bulging out of it. It was horrifying. In the quiet house, only the TV news report about a wanted criminal could be heard. It looked at Wen Zhu, its voice seeming to come from the distant past. “My lord, you have been gone so long.” The next second, a kitchen knife was driven hard into its shell. The red-eyed wolf spider collapsed in pain. “I told you not to leave fur all over the floor.” Work is annoying enough as it is. Later, monsters emerged everywhere, and order fell apart. Humanity's numbers dwindled, and civilization faced total destruction. Angry curses against the monsters and their shrill wails rang out everywhere, as conflict reached its breaking point. Pei Qingshan had never imagined that his clingy, frail, sickly husband, who couldn't even look after himself, would show up in a monster den. Tens of thousands of terrifying monsters, from beneath the cliffs, carrying hatred and strange energy, surrounded him, kneeling and bowing their heads in submission. Wen Zhu sat on his throne, propped his chin on one hand, and gave the Beidou Bureau a taunting smile. “Commander Pei, fancy seeing you here. Are you here to kill me too?” The atmosphere was tense. Even the Beidou Bureau had never seen so many monsters before, let alone an epic-level monster boss among them. The betrayed head of the Beidou Bureau was furious. He pointed at the monster beside Wen Zhu and roared, “How can you let another man put his arm around your shoulders?” His words echoed through the dead silence. The Beidou Bureau's members: “...” The monsters: “...” Damn, what a lovesick idiot. #LoverTurnsIntoEnemy# #SevenYearItchTurnsIntoLifeAndDeath# #ThatScaredMe, I Thought My Husband Was Cheating, But He Just Became the Monster Boss# [Content warnings] 1. A crowd of devoted admirers and a protagonist who trains them like dogs. Many obsessive stalkers ahead. 2. The author loves revising. This will be completed, quality comes first. 3. Inspired by the film Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Coming Soon “Middle-Aged Man, But a Passionate High School Boy” [Overworked, impeccably dressed, ruthless capitalist with chronic illness (bottom) x young, strong, rabid, rich-hating school bully (top)] [Nine-year age gap] One moment, Huo Suo was in a financial skyscraper doing a billion-yuan deal with a Frenchman. During the break, he took a pill for his migraine and lay down for a nap on his private, two-meter-wide VIP bed. When he opened his eyes again... What hit him harder than a violent punch was the overpowering smell of a boys' restroom. “Boss, why isn't he dodging? Did he get hit so hard he's stupid?” “Your young master never throws a punch for nothing.” A hand grabbed Huo Suo by the hair and forced his head up. He had just lifted his eyelids when a familiar face loomed before him. “...” The obedient good boy, giant baby of a nephew, who had clung to his sleeve the night before and begged him not to leave, was now squatting before him with a cigarette in his mouth, glaring at him. Behind him stood a crowd of high school students in matching uniforms, apparently in the middle of a schoolyard beating. Huo Sicheng smirked provocatively. “Zhou Zhan, are you giving up?” Huo Suo had spent years navigating the world of wealth and fame. What kind of situation hadn't he seen? ...But this? This was a first! The nearly thirty-year-old guardian had never imagined that one day, in a boys' restroom, his giant baby of a nephew would pinch his chin, blow smoke at him, and arrogantly ask, “Are you giving up?” Huo Suo's eyelid twitched, and his head throbbed. . The position of school bully at Binchuan Experimental High School had been vacant for years because two notorious figures simply could not get along. You could say Experimental High had suffered under Qin for far too long. That day, Zhou Zhan was cornered in the boys' restroom of an abandoned school building. The moment that rich kid started barking, he knew who was behind it. Zhou Zhan lowered his head and sneered. “You didn't get beaten enough last time? Still trying to set me up?” The whole room fell silent. Zhou Zhan was used to it. His status spoke for itself, so of course the others were afraid of him...? Zhou Zhan stared, dumbfounded, at the equally dumbfounded foreigner in front of him. Around them, a ring of suited executives gawked at him like startled quails. “?” He turned his head. The first thing he saw was a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the whole city. Then, in its reflection, he saw a stunning man with long legs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a refined manner, and a perfectly tailored suit. Zhou Zhan moved, and the stunning man in the reflection moved too. “...” He muttered to the glittering, indulgent hall, “Fuck, I've finally become so broke I'm hallucinating.” . Huo Sicheng had spent more than a decade acting like a swaggering bully, a little tyrant everyone feared and hated. His family was rich and powerful, and he had an uncle who was always making headlines in financial reports. He feared neither heaven nor earth. The only person he feared was his quiet, unflappable uncle. One day, his uncle ended up in the body of his sworn enemy. “...” Oh, shit. He's dead. [Bonus scene] Huo Suo had suffered from migraines for more than a decade. Huo Sicheng had learned some folk remedy somewhere, and whenever he saw his uncle with a headache, he'd stand behind his chair and massage his temples for a while. Once, Zhou Zhan opened the door, saw them, and silently walked back out. Late one night, Huo Suo worked too late and decided to spend the night in the bedroom behind his office. A tall, broad figure immediately pressed down over him. Hot, damp breath brushed Huo Suo's ear as a rough hand lifted his pajama top and rubbed against his waist. “Bro, did he make you feel good?” The next morning, Huo Suo couldn't get the words Zhou Zhan had murmured hoarsely in his ear at the peak out of his head. “Bro, is he better, or am I?” “Bro, you're not really Huo Sicheng's uncle. You should keep your distance from him.” “Bro, why won't you look at me?” “Am I more important, or Huo Sicheng? Am I more important, or your work? Am I more important, or your childhood friend and assistant?” Dating a young, vigorous high school boy was a blast, but the boy's separation anxiety was a bit much (and so was his sex drive). Huo Suo was at his wit's end. Whenever Mr. Huo, as the older one, tried to sit down and discuss the matter with the boy like he was negotiating a deal, the boy would stare at him with red-rimmed eyes, a wounded look clouding his handsome, youthful face. It was obvious the boy was truly upset. That night, he cried while they did it, and poor old Mr. Huo, gasping so hard his voice kept breaking, still had to soothe him... Theme: Love is the surrender of free will.