Do You Like Him That Much?

Lin Mosu's cousin got injured in a fall, so he packed three jin of potatoes and five jin of peanut oil and traveled over 2,000 kilometers to visit him.

But his ride-hailing car broke down. In the middle of the night, Lin Mosu, shivering like a quail in the sudden spring cold, pitifully tried to flag down a car.

When a pitch-black Maybach stopped in front of him, Lin Mosu sniffled with gratitude. “Big brother, could you give me a lift? Just drop me off at the next service area.”

The kindhearted big brother's surname was Bo. He had sharp phoenix eyes and a cool, brooding air. When he didn't speak, his presence was downright chilling.

Lin Mosu suddenly remembered seeing him before.

He was the family member of one of Lin Mosu's patients.

At the time, Lin Mosu had been giving the patient a physical exam, while this family member stood outside the examination room talking on the phone. He'd said, “I won't let him live,” and, “Kill them all.”

Lin Mosu had been so scared he could barely sit still, his skin crawling as he swallowed nervously.

He quickly called his cousin to calm himself down.

*

He'd sweetly called someone “Ge” over the phone.

And he was bringing potatoes and green onions.

If his “dear brother” wanted meat, should he carry over two live chickens?

Bo Zhou's lips curled into a wicked, icy smile. “You're going to Zhuxi Village, right?”

He ground out the words through clenched teeth. “I'm headed that way anyway.”

During the earthquake that year, Bo Zhou had been buried under the rubble for five days and nights.

In the lightless dark, freezing and starving, he was surrounded by nothing but the despairing silence of death.

Bo Zhou was on the brink of death and no longer had the strength to struggle when, suddenly, a beam of light shone down from above. “There's someone here!”

His figure was as pure as fresh snow, and his voice as heavenly as a celestial melody.

A gentle, bright, lively beauty of a bottom versus a jealous top who secretly worked himself into a fit of madness and nearly died of rage.

Sweet romance, silly comedy. Chapter comments are open.

Please add to your to-read list: "The Dragon-Protagonist Transmigrates into an Old-School Tragic Romance"

Before transmigrating into a book, Rong Zhixue was locked in a fight to the death with his nemesis, Bo Han.

He proved his Dao through slaughter, and the harder he fought, the faster his cultivation soared. Just as the tribulation clouds of his ascension descended, a flash of lightning struck. Rong Zhixue didn't ascend. Instead, he transmigrated into a “chasing-my-wife-to-the-crematorium” novel, becoming its frail protagonist bottom, abused in both body and heart.

Rong Zhixue: ?

When he arrived, Rong Zhixue was weakly kneeling on the ground. The protagonist top stood with his hands behind his back, his scarlet eyes holding a trace of reluctance and nine parts ruthless resolve. “Junior Brother Han needs your core to cure his poison. Don't make me do it myself.”

Rong Zhixue was stunned. What kind of old-school, melodramatic nonsense was this, where someone dug out their heart, kidneys, and core for their white moonlight?

System: The whole point of a “chasing-my-wife-to-the-crematorium” story is to torment the bottom at the beginning. The more vicious the abuse, the more satisfying it is when the scumbag top regrets everything and chases after him!

System: So, Host, just be patient and follow the plot obediently. Then you can return to your original world.

Whether he could go back was another matter...

Rong Zhixue pushed himself up by his knees, took a deep breath, and steadied himself.

The protagonist top said, visibly moved, “You saved Junior Brother Han. I promise I won't mistreat you in the future...”

Rong Zhixue smacked him across the face. He watched him fly through the air in a graceful arc, then smiled with satisfaction.

He was a revered figure who had slaughtered countless people and terrorized the entire cultivation world. They expected him to let two fictional characters bully him? What a joke!

The next moment, Rong Zhixue clutched his chest and coughed up blood.

System: Host, did you forget your character setting? You're a frail bottom who pants every three steps, coughs every five, and spits blood every seven!

Rong Zhixue: ??? Damn it!

Just as the protagonist top leaped up in a fury, ready to cut him open and extract his core himself, Junior Brother Han flew in from behind and kicked the protagonist top in the butt. The top went “biu!” and crashed into the ground after a full 360-degree turn, landing face-first in the dirt.

Rong Zhixue was dumbfounded. The protagonist top was speechless.

The white moonlight, Junior Brother Han, didn't even glance his way. He strode up to Rong Zhixue and said in a low, cold voice, “You. Change your name. Now.”

Bo Han and Rong Zhixue were locked in fierce combat, with victory about to be decided, when everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that protagonist bottom using Rong Zhixue's name, crying piteously and whimpering weakly. He'd thrown a tiny punch at the scumbag, only to shake himself into coughing up blood.

Hah. If you want to be a pitiful, miserable bottom, do it yourself. Don't use that man's name!

*

The white moonlight eloped with the protagonist bottom.

The protagonist bottom refined his blood essence into pills to cure the white moonlight's poison.

The white moonlight traveled all over the Nine Provinces in search of tonics for the protagonist bottom, nursing him back to health until his complexion glowed and he'd gained a whole ring of weight.

The two dragon-protagonists went hand in hand, running wild through the cultivation world...

System, in tears: Can someone please save this completely wrecked plot!

Theme: Always face life with optimism