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Alias纯爱文里百分百走进BG路线[快穿]

AuthorHei Qiao 114 / 黑桥114

If happiness is a seasoning packet, then Qi Sui is instant noodles boiled in plain water. And this world! "This world is a BL world! Devoted love! Broken mirror reunited! ABO! Male-male pregnancy! A domineering CEO falling for a poor, pure student!" Qi Sui's eyes were filled with despair. Yes. She must be that character in a BL novel who is 100% destined to become the vicious female supporting character—in reality, a steadfast BG fan who dies within three chapters, not even reaching ten thousand words. Her roles include but are not limited to: the persistent ex-fiancée of the domineering gong, the desperate wife in a cheating story, the pathetic first wife of a dragon's arrogance, the pitiful Dao companion sacrificed for the Dao... How did we women provoke you? "Heterosexuality has no future! Come contribute to the grand future of BL!" Qi Sui took a deep breath and actively responded to the call, vowing to become a brick in BL novels—move wherever needed. Isn't it just becoming a 100% extra? Qi Sui said: Bros, I got this. Success guaranteed. But she still failed. All her missions inexplicably veered into BG routes. No more. She doesn't want to be last in performance rankings. Bad news: She's last. Good news: She can transfer to the neighboring BG romance group. Only a few colleagues there, and not a single one human. Main Storyline 1: The Cuckold Wife of a Cheater "I love you deeply, but you love a fool. The fool doesn't love you, you're more foolish than a fool." Qian Jin was handsome and capable, but unfortunately poor. In his youth, he hid his sexual orientation to marry his teacher's daughter, treating his wife coldly for years. His wife tolerated him, cared for him, hoping that one day her love would be seen by her husband, but everything went against her wishes. Her husband's new boss was young, beautiful, and charming, with a prominent family and incomparable work ability. Most importantly— He was a man. When love crosses gender boundaries, everything normal in life becomes twisted and absurd. The beautiful man touched her haggard face, weathered by the third party in her marriage, and sweet-talked her, seducing her. None of this was her fault. The mistakes made by her husband shouldn't be borne by her. She just needed to find new happiness. Main Storyline 2: The Tragic First Wife of a Dragon's Arrogance In an urban supernatural novel, the dragon's arrogance protagonist Murong Aotian married a wife reluctantly to fight for a family treasure. Just as everything was supposed to get on track, Murong Aotian reunited with his childhood sweetheart. That person was still as noble as in memory, as if born to be held in someone's hands. The thoughts he had hidden for years resurfaced. He offered treasures and supernatural powers just to win a smile from his beauty. The beauty did smile, with gentle and tender eyes. Murong Aotian followed his gaze and saw only his lowly, ugly wife. The fresh and beautiful man leaned beside the woman, gently holding her hand against his cheek. "Don't love him anymore. Love me." Main Storyline 3: The Childhood Fiancée of an Honest Man Chen Ping was an honest man. —Everyone around him said so. His childhood fiancée, who had grown up with him, also thought they would one day get married. Just as Qi Sui was working hard for their future, she saw her honest fiancé holding another man's hand at the club entrance, flirting intimately. Chen Ping, her perfect fiancé, had set his sights on this weak childhood fiancée for the sake of his first love, who suffered from azoospermia. A weak woman who lost her father young could be easily manipulated by them. The inferior and despicable man tried to lower his head and coax the woman, but never raised it again. Main Storyline 4: The First Love Girlfriend Whose Guy Was Stolen Main Storyline 5: The Pitiful Dao Companion Sacrificed for the Dao Main Storyline 6: The Rural Woman Whose Engagement Was Called Off in an Era Novel Warning: The author is an unwavering BG fan. The female lead is neither smart nor great; this is not a strong female lead or a great female lead story. 1v1, male leads are virgins. The male lead has no homosexual history; past, present, or future, he will never have a romantic relationship with any male. From the moment the female lead enters the world, the setting and background have already deviated. They are soulmates. The male lead is inherently heterosexual (highlighted). Also updating next door—"Becoming an Extra in an Erotic Film" Have you ever seen an erotic film? The kind where the male and female leads can't exchange three sentences before engaging in physical combat. Now, I have one good news and one bad news. Good news: I transmigrated. Finally, I escaped my monthly suffocating mortgage and the harassing calls from my exploitative boss. Bad news: I transmigrated into an erotic film. This erotic film has all the elements. It features a talentless, fan-sexing idol, a debt collector who likes married women, a underclassman who's into power games, a male boss who loves sexual harassment, a shady stalker into train molestation... and so on. All kinds of BDSM, ****, ***** play are endless. I was shocked. But luckily, I'm just an extra. I worked as a staff member at the idol's sex scene, as an intern when the debt collector came to harass, as a part-time teacher who stumbled upon passion in college, as an employee bullied at work, as a commuter napping on the electric train after work... All, without exception, extras. Wait, wait, wait! Why does an extra have to work so many jobs every day? Just when I thought I could finally relax and be a salted fish in this free-spirited world, my scenes started to go wrong. Because I showed up too many times in the erotic film set, they saw me. This is absolutely terrible. I swear— That life of working ten jobs a day can go to hell!

Alias真假少爷的豪门偏执妈

AuthorFei Ce / 斐侧

One-sentence summary: The wealthy family's obsessive mother of the true and false young masters [1980s] Moral: Love is omnipotent. Medical sage Bo Xin travels through time and becomes the obsessive wealthy mother in a era novel where the children were switched at birth. The real son was switched at birth and raised in a poor rural area for over a decade, becoming skin and bones; the fake son was raised like a little master, innocent and lively. When the truth comes out, she chooses to let things be. On one hand, she looks down on the real son's poverty and humiliation and sends him back home; on the other hand, she cares that the fake son is not her blood, forcing him to study. The result of her relentless efforts is that the real son envies the fake son for being raised by her, and the fake son envies the real son for being her biological child. One rises from grassroots, the other inherits the family business, and they fight fiercely in the business world until both are wounded. The assets are handed over to the male lead, and she ends up in misery in her old age. When Bo Xin first transmigrates, she finds herself just after expressing disdain for the real young master, with the rural family having already taken the child home. Bo Xin: "..." Why bother? The real son is extremely intelligent, excellent in character and study—isn't this a standard heir candidate? The fake son is innocent and lovely; she can keep him by her side as a playboy shareholder, just waiting for his dividends from the family. So in everyone's eyes, Bo Xin now has a biological son at home. She accompanies her biological son to school and tutoring, and plays and laughs with her adopted son. She is happy herself: one child can earn her face by studying well, and the other can stay by her side being cute and adorable. But who knows if the two children are satisfied with this arrangement? They expected the biological son to rebel and the adopted son to fight for the family fortune. But unexpectedly, the two sons get along harmoniously for so many years. The biological son thinks, Mom trusts me with responsibility; the adopted son thinks, Mom indulges me with love. The only thing they might argue about is probably: 'Mom should love me the most!' * Mini Theater The fake young master: This is a sandbag my mom made for me. The real young master: This is my mom's personally made "Three Years of High School, Five Years of Mock Exams" study guide. The study-hating fake young master: Are you sure mom isn't hating you or abusing you? The real young master looks at him disdainfully: This is something you wouldn't understand—it's love. Fake young master: ??? Pre-order: "My Gangster Dad Is the Wealthy Family's Real Young Master [Millennium]" * My Gangster Dad Is the Wealthy Family's Real Young Master * Mountain area boss Wen Qiao'an dozes off and unexpectedly transmigrates into a switched-at-birth story. The fake young master, raised by a big shot, becomes smart and capable; the real young master is taken to the countryside with bleached hair, coarse and vulgar. Everyone says the real young master's family is a rotten apple that spoils the whole barrel. And Wen Qiao'an is the real young master's biological daughter in the plot. Wen Qiao'an: "..." To give her a better life, the real young master and his wife act cautiously within the wealthy family. But in the end, the real young master, holding neither money nor power, is killed in a car accident, his wife and daughter are driven out, and end up miserably. Dad a gangster leader, mom a punk girl—kowtowing and groveling only leads to disrespect. So Wen Qiao'an acts willfully in the prestigious elementary school, making friends widely. There's the pitiful real young master switched at birth like her dad, and a tsundere young master who greets you whenever he sees you. They all say, 'Isn't he just the son of someone who usurped another's place? I'll deal with him.' 'If Sister Boss needs money, I have plenty.' 'Your dad's company collaboration can be safely left to me.' Thus, the wealthy circle's talk suddenly changes, from a rotten apple to a stable heir. When asked why, the answer is: 'The wealthy have their own circles; heirs naturally play with heirs!' What's more unexpected is that the real young master's family eventually establishes a new leading enterprise on their own. When the real young master couple stand on the award podium, they say: 'We owe this all to our daughter's vigorous cultivation... no, diligent supervision.' Wen Qiao'an nods, yes, why be a rich first generation when you can be a rich second generation? Reading guide: A child-like female protagonist, a little girl's Mary Sue.

Alias眉蹙春山

AuthorQi Yue Wen Chan / 七月闻蝉

He Ping'an was a posthumous child, and by the time she was ten, her mother had also passed away. Destitute and alone, she scavenged like a stray dog just to get a few bites to eat. At fifteen, she finally caught a break: her cousin died unexpectedly, and He Ping'an took her place. She looked almost exactly like her cousin, so she donned the wedding dress her cousin had prepared and married the man her cousin had loved. She thought her luck had finally turned, that heaven was finally showing her favor—but this was only the beginning of her nightmare. Her husband was a devoted lover. He had schemed endlessly for this marriage, all for her cousin. On their wedding night, though she resembled her cousin greatly, the moment he lifted her veil, he saw through her instantly. From that first meeting, He Ping'an became nothing but a despicable impostor in his eyes. He dashed the nuptial wine to the ground, tormented her in every way imaginable, and once even nearly slashed her face with a knife. She tried to flee, but he refused to let her go. He toyed with her like a cat with a mouse, slowly crushing her to death. In the end, she died a miserable death. Reborn into her younger self, He Ping'an ran away before the wedding, determined not to repeat her past. But fate had a twisted sense of humor. Now her cousin hates her too. Tips: The man is the worst. Cousin and little Ping'an are both poor dears—please don't blame them. The story will unfold slowly. Other: Husband chases wife, crematorium-style. One-line summary: Husband chases wife, crematorium-style. Theme: Love is like holding a torch against the wind.