The Demon King's Wife is the Heaven's Strongest [BL]
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)
Lack of Decency
The urgent meeting between Lai Mingjie and their Account Manager was suspiciously private, and so Xu Rouguang and Han Tianshi were only seated in the waiting area of the manager's office. Then again, what was the use of walls to people like the Imperial Xus who could send their senses into the wind? So it seemed like the bank wanted to abruptly drop their services rendered to JDI... over some internal threat the bank decided to act upon. It seemed that a lot had been happening, and so they chose not to compromise JDI.
Knowing that it was heavily business-inclined, the two people outside put their guards down. However, sitting too close to each other was bound to open conversations.
Han Tianshi's eyes followed the bank secretary out as she excused herself. Having the room for just the two of them, she spoke nonchalantly while checking her manicure, "So what's this? You stuck to Emodao all these years? How long had it been, they said? Almost a million years?"