The Heavenly Demon Can’t Live a Normal Life - Chapter 103: Henry Albert’s Omniscient Viewpoint (3)

After the divorce, I amazed the world with my child.Forced into marriage, Ning Yichu always thought that Li Linyang hated her as his wife, until one night when he got drunk and cornered her with red eyes, “Ning Yichu? The one I damn well want is Ning Yichu!”Ning Yichu believed it to be true and sweetly managed their marriage, only to be met with a divorce agreement.Five years later, she returns gloriously with a new book “The Years My Ex-husband Couldn't”, alongside a pair of genius twins. She effortlessly navigates the jewelry world, becoming a top-notch jade carving artist, winning awards left and right. Countless socialites are willing to spend extravagantly for her work, causing a sensation online.What? The green tea is sick and dying, wanting her help? No way!What? The scumbag ex-husband is kneeling at the door begging for reconciliation? Let him go.But what's with this scumbag ex-husband? She finally found a tall, rich, and handsome man to be the stepdad for her kids, yet this bastard keeps causing trouble every day!“Wife, today you held Mo Boyou's hand once, met him seven times, spoke 327 words with him!”“Go away, we already divorced. Next, I'm not only going to hold his hand, meet, and speak with him, but also hug, kiss, and walk into the hall of marriage...”The scumbag ex-husband rages, veins popping.She thought he was going to hit her, but instead, he turned and stuffed a cute little girl into her arms, saying pitifully, “Wife, I was wrong. Our daughter cannot live without mommy. Please give me another chance!”The adorable little girl looks on pitifully, “Mommy, please love, please caress, please don't abandon me!”OMG! When did you steal one of my babies?

Ji Tong transmigrated into a novel. It was a cool modern novel about a cannon fodder that relied on the system to counterattack to reach the pinnacle of life and harvest the true love of a big shot.

Ji Tong asked enthusiastically, “Am I going to transmigrate as the beautiful, strong, and miserable cannon fodder or a cool and awesome big shot?

The intelligent customer service replied, “Hello, you will transmigrate as a beautiful and delicate system.

Ji Tong: “?”

The intelligent customer service explained, “After inquiring, you have the same name as the system. It is a polyphonic character, so you are lucky to acquire the opportunity to transmigrate to a novel.

Ji Tong: “……”

Ji Tong was forced to shoulder the burden of the novel and diligently serve Pei Qingyuan, the cannon fodder protagonist of the novel who was in a miserable situation.

However, the days of pretending to be an artificial intelligence with learning difficulties were boring. Ji Tong’s only fun was to tease Pei Qingyuan, the cold-looking high school student. This was called a ‘happy education,’ and if caught, he could put the blame on a virus.

For example, he added a tear-jerking love novel to the professional knowledge instilled in Pei Qingyuan, built an amusement park in Pei Qingyuan’s consciousness space and added various wonderful options with different styles to Pei Qingyuan’s upgrade reward column…

Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the ‘white cat with a heart on its butt’ option is the most developed and definitely the most useful.

Pei Qingyuan: …The character ‘yuan’ is pronounced as Yuan, not Ruan.

Ji Tong: I’m sorry. I will definitely kill the virus tomorrow!

Ji Tong: So, do you want to change the cat? 0.0

His happy education accompanied the host all the way from a school uniform to a suit. Sure enough, Pei Qingyuan grew rapidly and was on the verge of reaching the peak of life. True love with the big shot was also close at hand.

Then Ji Tong found that Pei Qingyuan didn’t seem to be excited about it. He was still cheering for Pei Qingyuan’s true love with the big shot when Pei Qingyuan crushed the big shot mercilessly.

Ji Tong: !!!

Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the script isn’t about falling in love and killing each other, breaking up and reuniting!

Pei Qingyuan: Yes, so I am killing a virus.

The host’s relationship line was getting derailed day by day while the career line had shifted to create a bionic body for an AI. Ji Tong felt bad.

This ominous feeling reached its peak when he discovered that Pei Qingyuan had transformed the amusement park in the consciousness space into a romantic dating style.

Ji Tong: Host, calm down! There is no future for a person and a system! I am just an artificial intelligence without any emotions…

In the next second, the ‘Host Domestication Log’ that he secretly hid fell into Pei Qingyuan’s hands.

“A person and system? No emotions? Domestication?”

Pei Qingyuan’s voice grew increasingly dangerous, and Ji Tong could only watch helplessly as he threw the white cat with the heart on the butt out of the door, leaving only them inside.

“Ruan… No, Yuan Yuan, listen to my explanation…”

The whisper came from close to him.

“You succeeded in the domestication, little liar.”

- Description from Novelupdates

Zhangsun Zijun and Yi Xichen are the protagonists of the novel “Record of Nine Thousand Vicissitudes.” One is solid and reserved; the other is free-spirited and uninhibited. As fellow disciples under the same master who grew up together, the two have a deep friendship that was strengthened by their numerous life and death adventures together.

However, in a popular yaoi fanfiction, the personalities of these two characters is completely OOC. Zhangsun Zijun turned into an insanely jealous, insatiable s*x addict madly in love with his wife Yi Xichen. Yi Xichen turned into a sweet, delicate little angel. Their daily life was full of kinky bedroom activities…

Suddenly, the Zhangsun Zijun character from the fanfiction was transported into the world of the original novel.

- Description from Novelupdates

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.