His brain had only just been knocked out of order, and he was already lying in the crematorium (fake) by the afternoon.
My wife told me to get up. I whimpered, “It's cool and peaceful in here.”
Could you help me put the lid on my urn? So obedient.jpg
Coming next: the ancient danmei novel-in-progress, "What Do You Mean, Sword Spirit? Call Me Wife." Please add it to your collection!
Synopsis, serious version:
[Warning: The possession is entirely fabricated by the gong. The shou is not abused in this book.]
Goofy, love-struck gong x cool, stunning shou
Pei Che and He Chaojue are a rare match made in heaven among couples joined by a business marriage. Their relationship has always been happy, earning the envy and admiration of everyone around them.
That is, until a car accident left He Chaojue with a head injury.
Pei Che gradually realized that his once-gentle, steady husband was acting strangely.
At times, he was so attentive that he practically wanted to pin Pei Che to the bed and make him rest.
At times, he would secretly study Pei Che's abdomen, wearing a complicated expression as though weighed down by guilt.
At times, he would act furtively, as if afraid Pei Che wouldn't want to see him.
He even quietly transferred the assets under his own name to Pei Che.
One morning after a reception, Pei Che woke up in a hotel bed, rubbing his sore waist, only to discover that his drunk husband had run off during the night.
Clutching the divorce agreement his beloved had left behind, he chased him all the way home.
The pitch-black living room suddenly lit up. He Chaojue, slumped on the sofa, sprang to his feet.
His eyes were tense and remorseful, and his voice was hoarse with pity. “Pei Che, I regret it.
“This may sound unbelievable, but the person who hurt you is dead.
“I am not him. Could you... give me a chance?”
Pei Che: ???
*
After being possessed for three years, He Chaojue woke up in a hospital bed with a pile of memories in his mind about forcing himself on other people and tormenting them body and soul.
As a cold, ruthless CEO whose only concern was work, he had no hesitation about severing all ties with those memories.
At the hospital, He Chaojue had bandages on his head and an IV drip in his arm, yet he strode briskly toward the exit, leaving his subordinates scrambling after him with IV stands and documents.
Then his so-called “victim” blocked his way.
The young man was pale and dazzlingly beautiful, like a snow-mountain rose that had been crumpled.
The instant those cool eyes turned toward him, He Chaojue heard his heart pounding.
D-damn it, wasn't this the beloved white moonlight he had always kept in his heart?
(The gong's brain is broken! The gong's brain is broken! The gong's brain is broken! Important things must be said three times. In short, all he remembers is that he loves his wife.)
Bonus scene:
#Has Mr. He Torn Up the Scum Gong Script Today?
#No, he bought a house at the crematorium :)
Upcoming Novel Synopsis
Next up: "What Do You Mean, Sword Spirit? Call Me Wife"
Goofy, lighthearted story. The sword-spirit wife fakes his death and becomes his sworn enemy, and the gong mistakes someone else for him (the sword?).
#Damn it, I recognized my wife on sight from the sword at his waist!
Initially cold, sharp-tongued, and a self-deluded, love-struck Demon Lord gong x carefree, irreverent, impossibly beautiful sword cultivator shou
Yan Qiming, the junior uncle of Sword Peak, woke up one day to find his consciousness trapped inside a sword.
The sword's owner was young, ill-tempered, and wary as a wolf cub, even keeping his only companion, his sword, at arm's length. He also thought Yan Qiming was annoying.
With a long road ahead, Yan Qiming tried to win him over by borrowing the name of his own life-bound sword: “Just call me Qinghan.”
The wolf cub: “You might as well call yourself Lively.”
Yan Qiming: “...”
He tried to negotiate for better treatment. “A sword is the foundation of a sword cultivator. I... ahem, my former owner said you should treat your sword like your wife.”
The wolf cub: “I'm a demon cultivator. You don't have a former owner, and a wife...”
The wolf cub gave a scornful laugh. “What's a wife?”
Yan Qiming: “...”
The wolf cub was completely unmoved. But later, Yan Qiming discovered that he would quietly care for the sword at night with an expressionless face, brave the immortal sect in the dead of night and pore through all their books over a single crack, and scream like an abandoned lone wolf when Yan Qiming's sword shattered and its spirit dispersed.
When the immortals and demons formed an alliance, Yan Qiming returned to his own body. People mocked him for his broken life-bound sword. The one who had been making a fuss barely had time to take a few steps before the new Demon Lord attacked and crushed him.
On the high platform, the Demon Lord turned to look at the broken sword at Yan Qiming's waist, his familiar eyes inscrutable.
*
As a child, Si Xinghe wandered from place to place, witnessing more than enough revenge, betrayal, and clashes of interest.
After his background was exposed, people from every side circled him like hyenas catching a scent. At first, he thought Qinghan was just the same.
But Qinghan saved and protected him, helped and taught him, and was always saying... strange things.
When he saw Qinghan again, the sword was battered and broken, and people were mocking him.
Qinghan's owner casually hung him at his waist, completely indifferent.
Treating a sword like a wife, huh? Looking at that calm-faced junior uncle of Sword Peak, Si Xinghe seethed with fury.
To hell with that former owner. I'll kill him right now and take my wife back!
Theme: Persevere and strive forward, break through misunderstandings, and find happiness and growth through sincerity and understanding.
Wish-Granting Lantern, Touch Me and Help Me Become an Adult!
The International Students' Secondhand Group Accidentally Bought the Wrong Husband
The Goofy CEO Insists He's a Merman Top
You Think You're Going to Win Me Over, Huh? [Both Reborn]
A Pile of Silly Jokes, or Sandpile for Short
I Heard I Was a Jerk to My Archrival
I Picked Up a Bony Immortal Venerable, Poked Him Around, Then Tossed Him
Sword Spirit? What Sword Spirit? Call Me Wife
🐶 It seems true, but Mr. He... Your stupidity is really traceable.
Take turns competing for favor [sprinkle flowers] An unconscious He: Ah Che, don't like him, but like me, right? 🥺 A sober He Mou said: Ah Che still likes me, right? 🥺
[Cat's Claw] Ah Che is really risking his life, hahaha! What kind of scumbag is speaking 😂
[Cat Claw] Someone who is so niche might have guessed it! Ache, you are [like]!
End of the text ~ [Spreading flowers] [Spreading flowers] [Spreading flowers] Next, we will start to update the extra chapter ~ The ones confirmed so far are, from marriage to love, He Xiaosha traveled to the early stage of marriage, and Mr. He just got married to the finale (getting his wife for free) [cover your face and peek] After all is completed, it will be set as an extra chapter. Babies who want to skip the extra chapter but want to be fully subscribed can wait ~ thank you ~ [let me be healthy] The next pre-released version of "Sword Spirit, What Sword Spirit?" Call my wife! Unexpectedly, Uncle Yan, the junior master of Jianfeng, woke up from his sleep and found his consciousness trapped in a sword. The owner of the sword is young, has a bad temper, and is like a wolf cub. He even has to be wary of the sword that he depends on for life, and he thinks he is noisy. The road to death is long, so why should Yan pick up the name of his natal sword and get close to it: just call me Qinghan. Wolf Cub: You might as well call it fun. Yan Qiming:... He strives for treatment for himself: The sword is the foundation of your sword practice. I... Well, the previous owner said that he should treat the sword as his wife. Wolf Cub: I am a demon cultivator, you have no previous master, wife... The wolf cub smiled contemptuously: What is a wife? Yan Qiming:... The wolf cub cannot get enough oil and salt. But later, Yan Jiming discovered that he would care for her quietly at night with an expressionless face, he would break into the immortal gate at night to read all the classics for a crack, and he would scream like an abandoned lone wolf when his sword was broken and his soul was scattered. When the immortals and demons formed an alliance, Yan Qiming, who had returned to his original form, was ridiculed for breaking his natal sword. The man didn't even jump twice before being pinned to death by the new Demon Lord. On the high platform, Demon Lord turned to look at the broken sword at Yan Qiming's waist, his familiar eyes filled with darkness. Xi Xinghe wandered around when he was young, and saw many vendettas, betrayals, and conflicts of interest. His life experience was exposed, and all parties were like hyenas who had smelled it. He initially thought that Qinghan was the same. But he saved him, protected him, helped him teach him, and always said some... Strange things. When he saw Qinghan again, his sword was in tatters and was being ridiculed. Qinghan's owner casually hung him around his waist, indifferently. Why treat a sword like a wife? Looking at the indifferent face of Jianfeng's junior uncle, it seemed as if Xinghe was full of anger. That bullshit former owner, kill him immediately and get his wife back! The indifferent and poisonous little wolf-dog Demon Lord Gong
My scalp is numb from embarrassment, poor Pei Pei hahaha 🥺
[Cat Claw] Welcome the not-stupid one to make a strong comeback again!! (Set fireworks)
"The Demon Lord ran away after coaxing him to call his wife" Gudan has received a new document, please collect it~ Unexpectedly, Uncle Yan, the junior master of Jianfeng, woke up from his sleep and found his consciousness trapped in a sword. The owner of the sword is young, has a bad temper, and is like a wolf cub. He even has to be wary of the sword that he depends on for life, and he thinks he is noisy. The road to death is long, so why should Yan pick up the name of his natal sword and get close to it: just call me Qinghan. Wolf Cub: You might as well call it fun. Yan Qiming:... He strives for treatment for himself: The sword is the foundation of your sword practice. I... Well, the previous owner said that he should treat the sword as his wife. Wolf Cub: I am a demon cultivator, you have no previous master, wife... The wolf cub smiled contemptuously: What is a wife? Yan Qiming:... The wolf cub cannot get enough oil and salt. But later, Yan Jiming discovered that he would care for her quietly at night with an expressionless face, he would break into the immortal gate at night to read all the classics for a crack, and he would scream like an abandoned lone wolf when his sword was broken and his soul was scattered. When the immortals and demons formed an alliance, Yan Qiming, who had returned to his original form, was ridiculed for breaking his natal sword. The man didn't even jump twice before being pinned to death by the new Demon Lord. On the high platform, Demon Lord turned to look at the broken sword at Yan Qiming's waist, his familiar eyes filled with darkness. Xi Xinghe wandered around when he was young, and saw many vendettas, betrayals, and conflicts of interest. His life experience was exposed, and all parties were like hyenas who had smelled it. He initially thought that Qinghan was the same. But he saved him, protected him, helped him teach him, and always said some... Strange things. When he saw Qinghan again, his sword was in tatters and was being ridiculed. Qinghan's owner casually hung him around his waist, indifferently. Why treat a sword like a wife? Looking at the indifferent face of Jianfeng's junior uncle, it seemed as if Xinghe was full of anger. That bullshit former owner, kill him immediately and get his wife back! In the early stage, the cold and poisonous tongue self-strategy Demon Lord Attack × Talkative talker, bitch and unscrupulous swordsmanship
He Dasha, stop being stunned and quickly kneel down to coax Che Che.
Mr. He must have used all the tricks he could think of to express his love. This is true love 🤩