Wake Up! You've Inherited Your Nemesis's Massive Fortune!

I'm starting my next novel, The First Impostor Celestial Dragon. The blurb is at the very bottom.

At twenty-six, Ji Nian was diagnosed with a terminal illness that medicine could not yet cure.

He chose to take part in the country's cryogenic sleep program, keeping his body at the same age in the hope that there might be good news when he woke up fifty years later.

Fifty years later, he woke up.

The good news: his illness had been cured.

The even better news: he had a huge inheritance to claim, enough to last him the rest of his life.

The only catch was that the person who had left it to him was the archenemy he had hated most in life:

Bo Lianxi?

Ji Nian pinched his thigh hard. It hurt! This damn thing wasn't a daydream!

He couldn't understand it. In the past, the moment they met, they would immediately clash. How could this person possibly...

But there's no conflict that money can't solve. And if there is, it just means there isn't enough money...

After Ji Nian thanked him profusely, the Bo family's butler told him that Bo Lianxi had died. There was also one condition attached to the inheritance: once Ji Nian woke up, he had to look after Bo Lianxi's only descendant, his grandson.

The butler handed him a photograph of an adorable little boy, about five or six years old.

Ji Nian's "auntie" instincts kicked in at once. He patted his chest. "No problem! His grandson is my god-grandson. I'll treat him even better than my own grandson..."

Before he could finish, a tall, long-legged high school student walked in. He looked eighteen or nineteen, and most importantly, his handsome face was almost identical to that of Ji Nian's dead enemy. He was only a little more youthful, with the same infuriating smile and manner of speaking.

The newcomer smiled at Ji Nian nonchalantly, emotions Ji Nian couldn't read churning in his eyes. Then he said slowly, "I'll be in your care from now on, God-Grandpa."

Ji Nian: ...

Ji Nian: ?

Ji Nian: "Wait, what about the kid in the photo?"

"That's a picture of me when I was little..."

Ji Nian: ???!!!

Wait, how did I suddenly get a grandson this old?

The top is Bo Lianxi, an old ghost who has lived for thousands of years.

A dead top who acts like a proud "princess" on the surface, but is actually an obsessive devotee × a quick-tempered bottom with a bad temper.

An abstract "younger man" romance.

#Modern alternate universe, two timelines, many flashbacks, and a nonlinear narrative#

#Both leads have only ever been with each other. They're both good kids with flaws in their personalities. The bottom is somewhat of a heartthrob with many people who like him, but he never flirts with anyone else. The leads are mutually devoted, one-on-one.#

#There are quite a few supernatural elements, but it's not scary, because the author gets scared too#

[Master-level manipulator, pretty and heartless bottom, a bit of a natural jerk × The Celestial Dragon tops: cold and arrogant, evil tattoos, hot-tempered brat, and refined male ghost]

1.

A huge story broke at the empire's most prestigious aristocratic university: The younger brother that Celestial Dragon F1 had lost touch with for years had been found!

Not long after, the legendary younger brother appeared at the school.

"Fake."

After seeing him from above, F2, F3, and F4 reached the same conclusion. "He's way too pretty to be your family."

F1 leisurely lit a cigar. His cold eyes were covered in frost as he smiled faintly. "Did you need to tell me that? I'll make him so miserable here that he'll crawl back to the lowly Lower City on his own."

The other three Celestial Dragons had found a new source of amusement. Their eyes lit up. "We'll help you!"

*

Xia Yin diligently pretended to be F1's younger brother, but it was harder than he had imagined. His "older brother" constantly tested and tormented him.

F2, F3, and F4 also liked to tease him. Whenever they had the chance, they would threaten him: "Xia Yin, you're a fake, aren't you? Fakes come to a bad end, you know. They might throw you into the sea to feed the fish."

When they said it, all three Celestial Dragons wore malicious, mocking smiles.

Damn Celestial Dragons, who took pleasure in tormenting people!

Xia Yin stayed calm, smiling as he handled them all...

Later

When the three Celestial Dragons' eyes were bloodshot and they were frantically demanding to know who he loved, Xia Yin could only complain to his "older brother."

But then his "older brother" changed, too. He grabbed Xia Yin by the wrist, his eyes no longer cold, but filled with a fervor that made Xia Yin's heart race. "Have you pretended to be my 'younger brother' for so long that you've forgotten who you are? The person you should love isn't them... It's me..."

Xia Yin: "..."

2.

As an eighteenth-class lowlife from the Lower City, Xia Yin had a life as bleak as an ant's, until one day a nobleman found him and showed him a photograph. It was of the man's youngest son, who had been missing for ten years.

The nobleman told him that his grandfather was gravely ill in the hospital, longing to see his grandson before he died. Xia Yin, who bore a five- or six-out-of-ten resemblance to the boy, was chosen to impersonate the nobleman's youngest son. The fee was one hundred million.

The doors to the glittering world of high society opened to him. From then on, this beautiful impostor entered the world of the ultra-rich. He didn't mean to get entangled in love, but ended up with a heap of romantic debts...

He waited for his "grandfather" to die, completed the job, collected his fee, and decisively faked his death to get away.

But after he ran, those four Celestial Dragons kept searching for him like men possessed...

Theme: True love lasts forever.