After the Crazy Tyrant Heard My Inner Voice

The main story is complete. Next up: The Little Widower's Cross-Dressing Livestream Catches His Feudal-Era Dead Husband, blurb at the end.

A seemingly frail, cool beauty who's actually a goofball bottom X a seemingly unhinged, world-weary who's actually a tsundere top

Ning Ranyang transmigrated into a book, becoming a frail cannon-fodder character in a deranged, melodramatic novel. He was also bound to a System called "Turn Straight Men Gay."

His golden finger was the ability to teleport himself onto the tyrant's bed anytime, anywhere, in every sense of the word.

With this golden finger, Ning Ranyang came and went as he pleased. He slept in the tyrant's bedchamber three times a day. Hot springs and horseback rides were child's play, and he'd even sat on the tyrant's lap more than ten times.

From then on, Ning Ranyang lived the good life: cursing the tyrant while pretending to praise his benevolent rule.

What he didn't know was that the tyrant could hear his thoughts...

In the heavily guarded imperial palace, Yin Chiyu was just about to rest when, with a crash, the roof collapsed.

A huge lump fell from above and landed on his bed, shouting, "Your Majesty, I've come to protect you!"

But his inner voice said the exact opposite:

[You damn little emperor! Prepare to die!]

Yin Chiyu: ...

On the way back to the palace, Yin Chiyu had just closed his eyes when, with a crack, the carriage roof fell in and Ning Ranyang landed in his lap. He muttered, "Your Majesty, I wasn't taking advantage of you. I was just checking your health."

Yin Chiyu hated how practiced he was at catching Ning Ranyang, while listening to his thoughts.

[Well, well, the little emperor's in great shape. Ooh, yeah.]

That evening, Yin Chiyu soaked naked in the hot spring, intending to drown himself, when Ning Ranyang appeared out of nowhere. His fair little face tilted up as he smiled ingratiatingly, but his hands clung tightly to Yin Chiyu's abs.

"Your Majesty, I've come to protect you."

But inside, he thought: [It's totally normal for a straight guy to feel a few abs, right?]

Yin Chiyu often wanted to die, but he felt someone else deserved to die more.

Like that chattering young minister who cursed him in his head eight hundred times a day.

Still, being able to hear Ning Ranyang's thoughts wasn't entirely a bad thing.

In the middle of the night, in the bedchamber, behind gauze curtains lit by red candles.

Ning Ranyang begged tearfully, wiping away his tears. "Your Majesty, please..."

[Wah, this feels so good, but I'm so full... Still, it feels so good...]

Yin Chiyu smirked, gripping his waist and pulling him down.

"Why say one thing and mean another?"

"Don't you love it?"

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Goofy, fluffy romance

A couple with an enormous mutual crush

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The Little Widower's Cross-Dressing Livestream Catches His Feudal-Era Dead Husband

Innocent, sweet little hustler X hypocritical, patriarchal sugar daddy | Size difference | Age gap

Jiang Zhou came from a family of hustlers. As soon as he came of age, they pushed him into a marriage with Xing Yue to bring him good luck. Unexpectedly, Xing Yue kicked the bucket that very day.

They never even met. Jiang Zhou only knew that Xing Yue was an old-fashioned, rich man, eleven years older than him and eight feet tall.

He had planned to lie flat and live off his dead husband's fortune, but the very next day after the wedding, he was thrown out.

To make ends meet, Jiang Zhou chose the quickest way to earn money: cross-dressing livestreams, to revive his family's hustler business.

On his first day streaming, he wore a low-cut V-neck minidress and white lace stockings. As he awkwardly posed for the camera, a row of rockets appeared in the chat.

[Xing]: You look awful. Put on some pants.

Jiang Zhou: "?"

Xing Yue, head of the Xing family, had lived for thirty-one years. The most outrageous things he'd encountered were being forced into an arranged marriage out of nowhere and being falsely reported as dead in his prime by unscrupulous media.

Even more outrageous was falling in love at first sight with an online celebrity.

On the screen, a charming young man, still a little green, bit his lip and looked at the camera with clear eyes, reading the embarrassing comments in confusion.

Xing Yue couldn't stand seeing a poor little widow treated that way, so he casually tipped tens of thousands.

As soon as he left the livestream, he received a message backstage: Big brother, want to see me in a sailor uniform? It only costs 200 yuan.

Xing Yue considered himself a man of high moral character, absolutely immune to temptation.

He accepted the friend request, transferred 200,000 yuan, and added a note: Be mine.

Jiang Zhou was grateful that his sugar daddy was a handsome, rich, generous, mature CEO type, rather than the dead husband he was married to in name only.

After meeting in person, Jiang Zhou spent the day sweetly telling the man how hard his life was, then clung to him at night, asking him to buy all sorts of luxury goods.

Xing Yue was so smitten he could barely hear what Jiang Zhou was saying. He just kept leaning in to kiss his chattering little mouth, his expression cold, then stuffed wads of cash into the neckline he'd torn.

In less than three months, Jiang Zhou had hustled five million yuan out of him.

The only downside was how old-fashioned and hypocritical the man was.

He wouldn't let Jiang Zhou wear a skirt on stream, but insisted he wear a miniskirt and white stockings when they met in private.

He wouldn't let him call anyone else "big brother," but demanded to be called "husband," or he'd kiss him until he cried.

He even insisted on putting Jiang Zhou's socks on for him every day and holding him while they ate.

But just as Jiang Zhou was planning to turn him into a long-term meal ticket, he suddenly heard that his dead husband had come back to life.

Jiang Zhou had no choice but to tearfully delete his account and say goodbye to his sugar daddy, leaving him with one final message: "Actually, I'm a man."

At the family banquet, Jiang Zhou huddled trembling in a corner, not daring to look toward the seat of honor.

Everyone around him was still gossiping about Xing Yue:

They said he'd been swindled out of money and seduced by a cross-dressing male streamer, and was searching the whole city for him. Once caught, the guy would be fed to the sharks.

Unluckily for him, that streamer was Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou nearly blacked out. Why had no one told him his sugar daddy was the feudal-era husband who'd died young?

He stayed on tenterhooks until the banquet ended, but fortunately, Xing Yue hadn't looked his way once.

Just as Jiang Zhou was congratulating himself on escaping unscathed, a blue sailor uniform and black lace-trimmed stockings were suddenly thrown in front of him. Xing Yue looked down at him, his voice flat. "Put them on. I want to see."

Jiang Zhou stared blankly. "Huh? Me?"

A couple with an enormous mutual crush

An unbearably sweet, fluffy romance

An older sugar daddy who worries every day that someone will steal his little wife away (delicious!)

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