My Ex-Husband Just Won't Leave Me Alone

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Blurb:

Zhao Ying’s ex-husband died in a car accident, and it was a gruesome death.

After the funeral, a lawyer in a suit showed up with a carload of documents, saying that Zhao Ying’s ex-husband had voluntarily left him all his property, with no strings attached.

Zhao Ying was thrilled to make a fortune off his ex, and quickly hung a portrait of the God of Wealth in the living room, burning three sticks of incense for him every day.

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On the first day after receiving the inheritance, Zhao Ying ate a 31,000-yuan omakase meal and got so full his stomach bloated.

When he woke up in the living room, he found a box of digestive tablets in the house, where he was supposed to be alone.

On the second day after receiving the inheritance, Zhao Ying was targeted by his archenemy and lost a major deal.

Not long after, his archenemy’s hemorrhoids became inflamed and landed him in the hospital. After he got out, an illegally ridden electric scooter hit him, giving him a mild concussion that kept him in bed for half a month.

On the seventh day after receiving the inheritance, Zhao Ying went to a KTV, ordered a row of handsome men at 188 yuan each, and even brought them home.

Tipsy, Zhao Ying bent down to change his shoes and happened to meet the gaze of the black-and-white funeral portrait. The next second, he collapsed straight to the floor.

When he woke up, a half-transparent shadow floated above him. Its voice was sinister and low, with surround-sound effects:

“Zhao Ying, if you’re going to look for someone, can’t you at least wait until after my seventh-day memorial?”

1. Man-loving-man enemies to lovers, the shou is not the gong’s first partner.

2. Both the gong and shou are mentally unwell, and so is the author. Don’t dig too deeply into logical plot holes.

3. Same-sex marriage is legal. The gong is six years older than the shou. Younger gong.

--- Upcoming book

Blurb:

In the family housing complex of Lanshi City Huashen Hospital, there’s a name that constantly echoes in Xie Xingtang’s ears.

The person is the son of his father’s first love, a white moonlight, and boasts the following titles:

Chinese-German mixed heritage, top student, recommended to a key high school after graduating middle school, top scorer in the city on the college entrance exam, admitted to Lanjiang University, one of the country’s top two universities.

Due to a series of misunderstandings and coincidences, Xie Xingtang has never met him.

That is, until the start of freshman year, when a broad-shouldered, long-legged, mixed-race hunk moves into their dorm.

His first meeting with Qi Xin doesn’t go well.

With a face that gets him asked for his WeChat eighteen times whenever he goes out, the man is antisocial, arrogant, and hates noise. The first thing he says to Xie Xingtang is, “Are you a monkey?”

The second follows immediately:

“If you have too much energy, I suggest you go downstairs and run a thousand-meter lap for your campus health check.”

Xie Xingtang sticks his arm out of bed and responds with his middle finger.

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It’s surprising enough that enemies can make peace, but Xie Xingtang never imagined there could be something even more surprising:

His archenemy’s mouth... tastes surprisingly good when they kiss.

Unfortunately, they don’t stay together for long.

After their parents discover their relationship, Qi Xin is the first to break up.

Six years later, he’s already far away in another country.

Later, rumors spread that Qi Xin died in an accident abroad. Unable to forget being dumped, Xie Xingtang says he got what he deserved, but in truth, he burns incense for him with all his heart for six years.

So when Xie’s mother cajoles him into going on a blind date and he spots a familiar figure at the agreed-upon restaurant, he briefly thinks he’s developed early-onset farsightedness.

His second thought: How the hell did this dumbass rise from the dead??

The man sits by the window. His gaze passes over Xie Xingtang’s reddened eyes, and he frowns. “Why are your eyes so red?”

Xie Xingtang’s throat tightens, and he clenches his palm.

After a moment, his jaw tenses. “Believe it or not... my eyes aren’t the only thing that’s red. My fists are itching too.”

Theme: Bless you, my child, may Buddha give you rice cakes!