Lin Xiaoyu died smashed on a Shanghai street, phone still in hand. He wakes up in the body of a minor cultivation world side character, the sect leader's husband, three months married, and roughly one insult away from being discarded to save face.
The problem: nobody actually likes this marriage. Not the sect elders, who think their leader married beneath his cultivation. Not the leader's insufferable "senior brother" and one-true-love-that-never-was, who's very publicly still around. And especially not the original Lin Xiaoyu, who apparently spent three months crying in the west courtyard instead of doing anything useful.
New Xiaoyu has zero interest in crying. He has modern day pettiness, a business degree, and absolutely nothing to lose. If the sect wants a trophy husband, they're getting one who slaps faces, flips tables, and much to everyone's alarm, including his own, slowly make the terrifying, emotionally constipated Sect Leader Jiang Heng fall in love with the husband he married for political convenience.
WenSun · Yaoi · 1 ch
