"I Only Wanted to Save Your Miserable Life! Why Was That So Hard?" [Three Updates Combined]

As Huo Jiu left the plaza, he happened to pass by Turing Group's office building. The building, usually ablaze with lights, was completely dark. Was no one working overtime inside?

Curious, Huo Jiu had the car stop and slowly walked to the foot of the building.

After hesitating for a moment, Huo Jiu mischievously called Diwu Ling. However, no one answered.

Several minutes later, Huo Jiu looked suspiciously at his phone. When they had exchanged contact information, Diwu Ling had taken the initiative, so all the numbers he had given Huo Jiu were private ones.

Given Diwu Ling's personality, even if the number calling his private phone was an unfamiliar string of digits, there was no reason for him not to answer.

After thinking about it, Huo Jiu called again. The phone rang three times before someone finally picked up.

"Hello, I'm looking for Diwu Ling—" Huo Jiu said seriously, concealing his amusement.

"You're Ah Ling's friend, aren't you?" A choked voice came through the receiver. "Ah Ling has passed away—"

It was as though a bolt of lightning had struck directly overhead. Huo Jiu felt the blood throughout his body freeze. He asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Author's Note:

This novel will go VIP on October 1. There will be three updates that day~~

I am stockpiling chapters tomorrow, so there will be no update. See you the day after tomorrow, darlings.

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Upcoming Novel 1—

<After Leaving the Wealthy Family, the Fake Young Master Became the Richest Man>

Wenren Li only learned at eighteen that he was not his parents' biological child.

His real parents were a pair of gambling-addicted scoundrels, hounded everywhere by creditors after borrowing usury loans. The real young master had been dragged down by his family and barely managed to finish high school. At eighteen, he had to work to earn money.

Meanwhile, he had occupied the magpie's nest and enjoyed the finest resources his parents could provide, becoming the most outstanding heir to the group in everyone's eyes.

Once the truth came out, the real young master returned to the wealthy family, while the fake young master returned to his birth family.

Faced with enormous debts and biological parents who refused to change despite repeated warnings, Wenren Li said the problem was not difficult.

Faced with the circle of spoiled rich kids who had once fawned over him but now kicked him while he was down, Wenren Li simply deleted them from his contacts without any pressure.

Until his rival, whose name was written as "arrogant" but read as "idiot," declared that no one was allowed to bully him, Wenren Li said, "...?"

As a poor student, the person Lu Wenyuan hated most in his life was Wenren Li, the child everyone compared others to.

Then one day, he learned that Wenren Li was not the Wenren Family's biological child, but the son of a pair of worthless gambling addicts. He had been switched at birth eighteen years ago. Now that the truth had come to light, the real young master had been brought back into the wealthy family, while the fake young master had been returned to his original state.

The favored son of heaven fell into the depths overnight, and everyone who had envied him kicked him while he was down. In a fit of rage, Lu Wenyuan beat the cannon fodder to a pulp. "Only I get to bully my nemesis. Get the hell out of here!"

"I heard you wanted to bully me?"

Facing Wenren Li's faintly smiling gaze, Lu Wenyuan's mind went blank. He stammered, "I didn't, I'm not, don't make things up."

The favored son of heaven fell from grace in an instant. Everyone thought Wenren Li would never be able to rise again, and they eagerly waited to laugh at him.

Yet no one expected Wenren Li to build a fortune from nothing and become the richest man in City X in just a few short years.

Lu Wenyuan had thought that once someone had fallen to rock bottom, he could do whatever he wanted. Afraid of retaliation, he packed his bags and prepared to flee with his tail between his legs, only to be stopped by a phone call the moment he stepped outside.

Wenren Li, reading financial statements while trying on formalwear, said, "The wedding has been arranged. Get back here and try on your outfit."

Lu Wenyuan: "...Waa."

Mutual secret crushes, doting on each other.

The real young master was not a villain. He was just a silly, adorable little sweetheart.

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Upcoming Novel 2—

The Vase Game

Only after dying did Wen Yu learn that his miserable life had been nothing more than a game played by others out of boredom.

A group of wealthy second-generation heirs put up ten million as a wager. They wanted to pick a poor student at school and turn him rich, just to see whether a poor student who suddenly became wealthy would go bad.

Wen Yu, delicate-looking and ignorant of the world, became their chosen target.

Simple-minded and shallow, Wen Yu had only just arrived in the big city when he was dazzled by its splendor. Just as expected, he leaped into the money trap others had carefully set for him, indulged in material desires, lost himself completely, and ultimately suffered disgrace and a miserable end.

When he opened his eyes again, Wen Yu had returned to ten years earlier. He had just left the mountains and entered a university campus. This time, he would live his life steadily and properly, achieving success through his own efforts.

"I Only Wanted to Save Your Miserable Life! Why Was That So Hard?" [Three Updates Combined]

Huo Jiu's mind went blank. Scenes of his time with Diwu Ling flashed before his eyes: from Diwu Ling volunteering to serve as referee at First-Rank Pavilion, to him lavishly offering one million per dish. Huo Jiu had shared so many meals with Diwu Ling. Even before the plot Reload, Diwu Ling had insisted on sending him to school.

Huo Jiu looked up at the pitch-black office building. At noon on this very day before the Reload, he had cooked for Diwu Ling. How could Diwu Ling have suddenly died after merely one Reload?

With his thoughts in utter turmoil, Huo Jiu asked numbly, "How did Diwu Ling die?"

The other person choked back tears as they said, "Yesterday at noon, Ah Ling went to First-Rank Pavilion for a meal with his colleagues. On the way back to the company, they encountered a stray dog crossing the road..."

In order to avoid the stray dog, Diwu Ling's driver made an emergency turn but failed to notice the truck traveling straight behind them. The truck had no time to brake and crashed directly into Diwu Ling's car. The front of the black Maybach was crushed by the truck's cargo compartment. Diwu Ling and the driver died on the spot.

Huo Jiu suddenly jolted. In that flash of realization, he seemed to have caught onto something, but he had no time to think it through. The person on the other end had already asked through sobs whether he wanted to attend Diwu Ling's funeral.

After all, they had known each other once. Even though no one in this cycle remembered how they had met, Huo Jiu still had to see Diwu Ling off one last time.

After hanging up, Huo Jiu returned to the car with a grim expression.