The Rich Old Man’s Canary Is Losing It Again

Jiang An defied his father and was kicked out of the house. Later, he served time in prison for Zhou Wenxuan, enduring countless rumors and insults. He never regretted it.

Not until he saw Zhou Wenxuan's proposal on TV did he finally admit that he was a complete and utter idiot.

That day, Jiang An decided to jump off an overpass just as the wedding car drove by. But he hadn't expected Zhou Qi, who had once despised him, to appear in a wheelchair and say lightly, "I didn't think someone like you would try to kill himself."

Jiang An pulled back his foot, stepped down from the railing, and stared at him expressionlessly. "Don't want me to dirty the road in front of your house?"

Zhou Qi smiled. "That's right. It's bad luck."

Suddenly, Jiang An no longer wanted to die.

He went home with Zhou Qi and got into Zhou Qi's bed.

He didn't know why Zhou Qi took him in, even though everyone said Zhou Qi had done something stupid. Just like Jiang An himself had once done.

Not until Zhou Qi died on the operating table and left all his wealth to Jiang An.

Afterward, Jiang An spent eight years searching for an answer. But even after he dug up Zhou Qi's grave and buried himself beside him, he still hadn't found it.

Later, Jiang An was reborn.

He returned to the year he was twenty, the year he'd just dropped out of school.

At that time, he had just rejected Zhou Qi.

And called him a useless old man in front of everyone.

Obsessive, mentally ill top with a split personality x gentle, easygoing bottom

Top-led, both virgins, angsty

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He's Finally Divorced Me, You Clown

[Third-person narration]

Gu Yan and I are divorced.

In my imagination, he would panic, tear up the divorce papers, grab my leg, and cry as he begged me not to leave.

After all, he was so poor that without me he'd have to sleep on the street.

But he didn't.

He calmly signed the papers and asked if I needed anything else. He even thoughtfully called me a car.

He was acting. I was sure he was putting on an act. Someone like him could never agree to divorce me so easily.

He was definitely playing hard to get.

So I hid the divorce papers and waited for him to drop the act and beg me to get back together. I deliberately got drunk in front of him, deliberately threw soda cans on the floor, and deliberately made a mess of the house, just to see when he'd finally break down.

He stayed calm the whole time. Calmly watching my performance, calmly watching me dig my own grave... and finally, calmly cleaning up my mess and confiscating my allowance.

It seemed that the pathetic clown who couldn't survive a divorce was actually me.

Only when I crouched by the roadside, shivering because I didn't know how to hail a car, did I finally realize that when he asked me, "Have you had enough?" he had already given me the answer.

It turned out I was the one who'd have to sleep on the street after the divorce.

All-talk, no-action, self-destructive top x calm, restrained elite bottom

One-on-one happy ending, both virgins

Theme: Be a good person.