Villains and Scoundrels Are Made for Each Other

[World 2 is complete]

036 travels between worlds, bound to Hosts to observe villains. While observing them, he discovers that all of his Hosts have ended up with the villains.

The gongs: Yes, I admit he's no good. As it happens, neither am I. Aren't we just made for each other?

Who is he?

An ambitious, ruthless villain who brought his troubles on himself.

A brilliant, unrepentant villain, unforgettable and larger than life.

And the love of my life, the one who haunts my every dream.

[Reckless, unruly gong + false-nice, shrewd shou] [True noncon! Avoid this if it's a dealbreaker!]

Immortal Venerable Du Rong falls into the hands of his enemy, Lu Changjue.

Lu Changjue drew aside the layers of curtains, his gaze sliding across Du Rong's face like a blade. He smiled faintly. "Back then, Immortal Venerable, you sat high on your cloud platform and personally led people to besiege my demonic domain. Did you ever imagine that one day you'd fall into my hands?"

Du Rong gave a cold laugh. "Kill me or dismember me. Do as you please."

Lu Changjue's gaze fell upon him. Suddenly, he reached out and gripped Du Rong's chin, forcing him to look up. "Killing or dismembering you would be far too easy." His eyes traveled down Du Rong's collar. "Though I have to admit, you do have a fine body."

Du Rong's expression finally changed.

He lost his freedom, his body was taken from him, and his abuse of his fellow disciples came to light. Years of scheming were destroyed in a single day. Faced with the immortal sect's judgment and the world's contempt, with every honor stripped away, Du Rong gave a scornful smile and then killed himself with his sword.

But somehow, he didn't die. Lu Changjue gave him half his heart to save his life. With his eyes closed, Du Rong curled his lips into a smile.

All his life, Du Rong has been used to rising from nothing, working tirelessly and scheming. Who will come out on top between him and Lu Changjue remains to be seen.

[False gentlemanly gong + truly arrogant and overbearing shou]

Zhao Huizhou seems refined and courteous, but in reality, he would eat you alive.

At his new company, he meets the young master Guan He, who was born into privilege and looks down on everyone. But Zhao Huizhou can placate a Buddha and endure a demon, so before long, the two get along quite well on the surface.

One day, the young master Guan He drugs Zhao Huizhou, saying he wants to have a little fun.

After taking several cold showers, Zhao Huizhou looks at Guan He and smiles warmly. "Perfect. I want to have a little fun too."

After Guan He gets a taste of his own medicine, he wants to get even. He tells Zhao Huizhou, "Why don't you just get together with me? Then you won't have to work so hard."

Zhao Huizhou smiles. "Young Master, I'm greedy. Money isn't enough for me. I want your heart too."

Guan He clicks his tongue. "You're such a pain."

Only later does Guan He realize that someone like Zhao Huizhou always gets what he wants.

[Calculating, flirtatious gong + bright, bold shou]

Xie Shechuan was born cold-hearted. The only thing he ever cared about was scholarship: researching Feng Yue's brief but brilliant life in history. Sadly, despite exhausting himself, he made no progress.

When he opened his eyes again, he had transmigrated.

A spirited horse galloped past, red robes fluttering. The rider pointed his sword at him from afar. "Who goes there?"

Meeting his gaze across a thousand years, Xie Shechuan laughed to himself and drawled, "System, Feng Yue really is gorgeous."

Feng Yue had drunk a huge pot of wine. Propping his head up, he smiled. "I've sampled every delicacy and fine wine in the world, and enjoyed every amusing diversion. Even if I died, I would have no regrets."

Watching him, Xie Shechuan leaned forward and kissed his lips, coaxing him. "Then, Marquis, have you ever experienced desire?"

[Gong who can't let go of his resentment + shou who can't move on]

After the new king takes the throne, the five great meritorious families are reshuffled. Xu Mo once thought he would rise quickly, but ends up merely an enforcer in the Twelfth City.

The Twelfth City is a melting pot, crawling with underground black markets and fight clubs. Xu Mo is taken to pay his respects at the local power center. When he meets the so-called underground emperor, he gives a mocking laugh. "Empire's rising star. I thought you'd make something of yourself. Turns out you're just scraping by here."

Feng Siming takes a swig of liquor and fires back, "You're one to talk. The darling of heaven, now exiled to a garbage city. Your yearly salary isn't even worth one glass of my liquor."

Their gazes meet. Each knows exactly where the other's deepest wounds lie, and they strike at each other with all the force they have.

Feng Siming says bitterly, "I thought you were so damn impressive, but you got bought off in the end. What, going to be your superior's obedient kept man?"

Xu Mo looks at Feng Siming and replies calmly, "Why get mad over something that never happened?" Slowly, he adds, "You're the only one I've ever fallen for."

Gong-led, anthology.

The gong loves the shou, the shou loves the gong. Their pairings are set in stone.

Upcoming story: Put on an Act, Don't Keep Up Appearances

False-gentle gong + genuinely vicious shou

Sheng Yuting is the company's new hire: gentle, refined, and as refreshing as a spring breeze. Everyone calls him a true gentleman.

Han Yan is a rich young master, with a terrible temper and powerful connections. Everyone calls him a spoiled playboy.

When the two meet, Han Yan latches on to Sheng Yuting. Everyone watches, expecting to see the rich young master force him into submission. Instead, they get a playboy reformation story.

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Sheng Yuting first meets Han Yan at a dinner party. The other guests raise their glasses and exchange pleasantries, their words full of flattery.

The second time he sees Han Yan is at a private drinks party. Someone sidles up to Han Yan, who smiles lazily. "Go, pour Manager Sheng a drink."

Sheng Yuting looks over. In the shifting lights, he sees a face flushed with wine, its smile wild and frivolous, yet undeniably handsome.

He rises with a smile. "I'll pour the young master a drink."

Later, this guy keeps turning up at his home. After eating and drinking his fill, he sits on the sofa like he owns the place. "Sheng Yuting, you really can't tell what I'm after?"

Sheng Yuting laughs. "Young Master, you could have anyone you want. Why pick me?"

Han Yan laughs too, but his eyes are cold. "Don't play hard to get. That doesn't work on me."

Sheng Yuting smiles, looking perfectly agreeable. "All right. I'll play along."

Later...

Han Yan lies in Sheng Yuting's bed, deep in thought beneath the covers. At first, he wanted to sleep with Sheng Yuting. After Sheng Yuting slept with him, he wanted to hand over his heart too. In the end, he lost both his heart and himself.

So where exactly did it all go wrong?

Theme: Love is beautiful.