I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover - Chapter 1: Join Me Into The Dark Side!

Lu Lingxi died.

As a child born by his parents through precise genetic matching, for eighteen years of his life, he lived entirely for his brother, who had leukaemia. He was his brother’s shadow, a “medicine reserve bank” for his brother’s treatment needs.

Umbilical cord blood, stem cells, bone marrow… whenever his brother needed it, he would have no choice but to quietly lie on the operating table.

Until the last time, when his brother needed a kidney and he never came off the operating table.

When he opened his eyes again, Lu Lingxi became a teenager with the same name Lu Lingxi.

Freed from the shackles of his fate, he possesses the mysterious ability to communicate with plants.

Raising flowers, gardening and running a farm, Lu Lingxi begins a very different life!

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.

Lu Gu got a marriage on behalf of his brother and married the fierce hunter in Qingxi Village. No matter how wronged he was, under the coercion of beatings, he was still put on the sedan chair.

How could the Shen family gave up on marrying such a ridiculous thing. After a tumultuous fight, Lu Gu was brought back to the Shen family. He was ready to tremble and seek life.

Who knew that the days after marriage were far less difficult than he imagined, and he could even fill his stomach without having to be beaten. Shen Xuanqing also bought him chickens and ducklings, and built a fence in the backyard to raise chickens and ducks for him. Lu Gu squatted in the backyard and touched the chickens and ducks. After the panic, he was full of joy. Shen Xuanqing said that these were all his.

For the first time, Shen Xuanqing, who was about to go out was stopped by Lu Gu timidly, holding the corner of his clothes. He saw his little fulang showing a short and shy smile, handing over a small bag of fine flour cakes, saying that it was the food for him who was going into the mountains.

Shen Xuanqing was nibbling on the cakes expressionlessly in the mountains, but in his heart he was thinking that the little fulang was good and diligent. He looked good when he smiled, but he was too thin.

- Description from Novelupdates

All sorts of fantasies, short novels.

Imagination-centered with sci-fi elements.

Light novels, short novels, prose.

A long journey along the endless tracks of life.

Only thought shall free you from loneliness.