A love story hidden in the depths of despair and forsaken memories… Lai Mingjie is a hot and well-sought bachelor in the city, the sole heir of one of the country's most powerful and influential men. However, he has a secret: he used to be the most prolific demon king in history! In his plight of trying to end his suffering, he runs into the amnesiac Xu Rouguang. This man cannot remember anything else about his life... but that he loves Lai Mingjie. Who would have thought that this man is actually the demon king's wife... and executioner?! With the promises of freedom and a new life together, the two of them works on recovering whatever they can to rebuild the destiny that they have placed onto themselves—and what they have shattered all the same. How strong can they be in their crossed paths filled with pain, death, and separation… now that they are together again? [Disclaimer and Warnings:] This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers. Chapters will become locked when you reach Chapter 68. Please don't tell me you weren't warned. Follow me on IG @droopdroopghost and on Facebook (droopyghostofficial) Cover art is by reialdark66 (pixiv)
A pair of eyes flickered as he scoured Weibo from the latest bad news about him. However, it was mercilessly wiped out as if JDI was so sure that no one wouldn't know that Hua Xiao was now under their protection. Of course, that didn't mean every news about him would be blacked out.
Moreover, he was seeing a trend. Almost everyone who blindly followed Xu Rouguang's account was now trying out that strange recipe that he had published. Some ingredients were not available in normal stores; some people even realized that the products specified were only produced by one of JDI's subsidiaries that made bakery products. No one even realized that the trend was a marketing stunt.
Hua Xiao only stared at the ingredients and at the recipe. It was actually a complicated recipe, but the detailed instructions were filled with notations as if someone was willing to make sure the maker wouldn't mess up.