Just Wait, My Husband's About to Die

I was assigned a solo mission: become the promiscuous new wife of the Boss of a liquor company, then inherit his trillion-yuan fortune and the company after he dies.

Once I'd done all that, my mission would be complete, and I'd be free.

But now there's a huge problem. I'm Tsukishima Toru, 22 years old, and male.

Then inspiration struck: I could disguise myself as a woman.

Thank goodness I have a pretty face. I looked perfectly convincing in women's clothes, and got into the estate without a hitch.

Now for the bad news: the old man fell into a coma before we could get our marriage certificate, and someone tried to assassinate me first.

I barely escaped with my life, then went straight out to hire a bodyguard.

The bodyguard had a scar at the corner of his mouth, a handsome face, and an absolutely incredible physique.

I asked doubtfully, "Will this really work? He looks like a host club escort."

The man smirked. "You think I can't handle it?"

Then one day, I woke up drunk, clutching my aching waist, and stared in shock. Fine, my promiscuous character setting was holding up, but wasn't this guy a little too good at it? I barely had time to do anything else.

After much soul-searching, I fired the bodyguard.

I chose the liquor company's Top Killer instead, hoping to recruit him to my side.

While working with him, I started an online relationship with someone to keep up appearances. I thought I'd found a loophole: nobody said I couldn't date someone online, right?

The other person was a sweet young woman called Strawberry Daifuku. We dated for a month, then finally arranged to meet in person.

I looked all around the meeting spot and saw only a white-haired high school boy. The moment he spotted me, he came over and hugged me.

Me: "???" How did my adorable girlfriend turn into a guy?

I was furious! I wanted to break up with him!

He smiled and asked, "When is that annoying old man finally going to die? I could kill him for you."

Hearing that, the anger in my heart faded. I asked skeptically, "You can really do it?"

The white-haired high school boy blinked. "Wow, you actually doubt a high school boy?"

Me: "..."

That sounded strangely familiar, so I wisely kept quiet.

But the next day, after just one drink, I still woke up sitting up and clutching my waist.

Me: "..." Drinking is no good. I'm quitting.

Just when I was one step away from reaching my goal, my white-haired high school boyfriend suddenly stopped replying. I angrily messaged him to say we were breaking up.

I could only shift my focus back to the Top Killer. I still needed someone to handle the aftermath after I took out the Boss.

The Top Killer lifted my chin with a finger and looked at me with his dark green eyes, his voice cool. "I do like Madam's face."

I could only brush him off. "Wait a little longer. My husband will be dead soon."

The Top Killer wasn't fooled. He leaned in and kissed me with his cool lips. "...I'll collect interest first."

I got married. The old man seemed to have made use of some cutting-edge technology and was now full of energy. Though he was 130 years old, he showed no sign of dying.

But my host club bodyguard, my white-haired high school ex-boyfriend, and the cold-blooded Top Killer all messaged me, saying they could take care of my problem.

...I don't need that anymore. I think I'm about to wreck my kidneys, and the price is too steep for me to pay.

I simply struck once and took the old man down with me, then retired in bliss.

A month later, I was sent back to this world.

The System told me that this world needed after-sales support.

Ha ha, you piece of junk System, what kind of joke is that?

Theme: So everyone can work harder at living