What? I'm the One Whose Wife Ran Away!

[The entire novel costs just 1.95 yuan. Anti-piracy ratio: 30%. Thank you all for your support] [I was just helping someone elope. What? The one eloping is my wife?] The sickly young master of the Marquis’s household had run away. Notices seeking him had been posted from Chang’an all the way to a small town. Chu Yu looked at the portrait, which bore no resemblance to him whatsoever, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The man beside him, however, eagerly tore down the notice, practically itching to give it a try. “You little weakling, think I could make more money turning you in to the Marquis’s household?” Chu Yu pursed his lips. “But the commission I’m paying you is safer.” Rong Xi: “Why are you hiding from them?” Chu Yu: “They’re forcing me to go back and get married.” Rong Xi: “That sounds pretty good.” Chu Yu: “To a man.” Rong Xi: “…” Rong Xi: “Don’t worry. I’m here, and I won’t let them drag you back.” Some time later, the assassin who was obsessed with money finally learned the truth. Rong Xi: “You mean the person I helped elope was my own wife?” Rong Xi: “Then what was the point of all the schemes I came up with and all the effort I put in these past few days?” Chu Yu: “You were being diligent.” #Helping the person you love escape an arranged marriage, only to discover they’re your own betrothed# [Reader tips] 1. 1v1, both leads’ first time, happy ending. 2. A sweet little story about an assassin who’s obsessed with money helping his own wife escape an arranged marriage. 3. Set in an imaginary world, no cultivation, but the top knows a few harmless little spells, like a cleaning spell. I won’t say more, since that would spoil the plot. [Here’s an upcoming novel, currently drafting] [Please add it to your collection] [Currently drafting, it’ll be published once I’ve built up enough chapters @v@] [Please add it to your collection] Before transmigrating into a book, Zhao Su was a straight-laced science-and-engineering guy. So when he only caught a glimpse of the cryptic tags “nonhuman, two *, *h,” he had no idea what they meant. He only remembered two lines: One: “Zhao Su is an unlucky cannon-fodder character who starts the story. His end is tragic, and his soul is completely destroyed.” Two: “Stick with Wu Chan, and you’ll get nine meals in three days.” Nine meals in three days. That sounded pretty regular. Zhao Su, the cannon fodder: It should at least keep me alive, right? Zhao Su looked doubtfully at the little kid who was crying in terror of a demon, sighed, and took his hand, his heart softening. “Your name is Wu Chan, right?” “I’m your senior brother. From now on, you’ll stay with me.” The little kid sniffled and called him, “Senior brother.” For the first three years of raising Wu Chan, Zhao Su was a nobody in the sect, broke as could be and struggling to get by. People around him urged him to give up. Zhao Su smiled without a word. Give up? If I don’t raise Wu Chan, how am I supposed to survive as a cannon-fodder character? In the fourth year, Wu Chan’s talent began to show, and Zhao Su’s standing in the sect improved along with it. People gave him knowing looks and advised him to take advantage of the moment and become Dao companions with Wu Chan for his own benefit. Zhao Su smiled without a word. Thanks, but they were just pure and innocent senior and junior brothers. In the tenth year, Wu Chan’s half-demon identity was exposed. He fell from grace overnight and became the target of everyone’s hatred. Even the people in the sect who had been enjoying the spectacle urged Zhao Su to cut ties with him. Looking at the junior brother he had raised, Zhao Su smiled as he cursed out the entire sect, then resolutely left with Wu Chan. “Wu Chan, whether you’re human or demon, I only want you to be safe, healthy, and happy.” Wu Chan gave a soft “Mm,” then, to Zhao Su’s utter shock, took him to sit on the Demon King’s throne. Everyone stared in disbelief. They shouldn’t have bothered trying to talk him out of it. Zhao Su gaped. Sticking with Wu Chan really was the right choice. Zhao Su lay flat amid the mountains of gold and silver in the Demon King’s palace. Lost in the dizzying wealth, he failed to notice the terrifyingly possessive way the snake tail stroked his ankle. It wasn’t until an accident let him see Wu Chan’s nightmare that he finally understood what his good junior brother had on his mind every day. First, Zhao Su was straight, and utterly shaken. Second, Zhao Su wanted to stay alive. With someone like Wu Chan, who ate nine meals in three days, he didn’t think he could survive. Finally, Zhao Su faked his death and ran away. Later, Zhao Su was dragged onto a soft couch with a snake tail wrapped around his waist. Zhao Su cried out in panic, “Wu Chan! I’m your senior brother! I raised you like my own son! What are you doing? What are you planning to do?” “Adoptive father, elder brother, childhood friend, lover… Call me whichever one you like, Senior Brother.” Wu Chan’s slit pupils narrowed vertically in his fury as he gazed at Zhao Su with obsession. “Either way, I’ve always thought of you as my wife.” Much later, in the nth year after Zhao Su transmigrated, he finally figured out on his own what “nonhuman, two *, *h” meant. Wu Chan: “How was that on your own?” Zhao Su: “Haha, screw me.” Wu Chan: “Haha, gladly.” Zhao Su: “?” Theme: Pursuit comes from passion, and passion makes pursuit possible.