"I'm alive, I'm fine, stop being weird." The live opened to a soft, sleepy-looking Ziyu sprawled on a bed in his hometown bedroom. Sunlight slanted lazily across him; his hair was a tousled mess, skin still pink from warmth and sleep. He smiled at the camera-slow, mischievous, a little too knowing. "Morning. Or afternoon. I lost track," he murmured, voice rough with the kind of exhaustion that wasn't from schedules. "I went home to rest a little." **AFTER MIDNIGHT SEQUEL**

Tianziyu short story This story is in Ziyu's pov This is a work of fiction. The characters and events are imaginary, though the medical condition mentioned in the story is real.

"This marriage was never about heirs.. it was about power." Tian Xuning is the only one who remembers the marriage. A quiet ceremony bound him to Zheng Peng in the eyes of two powerful families when they were children. Years later.. Zheng Peng is unaware that his future had already been claimed. He grew up believing his life was his own.. until a stranger returns to China and is introduced as his husband. Convinced that renewing the marriage is simply a matter of duty and obligation, Zheng Peng agrees.. unaware that Tian Xuning had planned every step. The quiet, confident man who now stands before him is territorial, calculating, and dangerously possessive. The elders demand cohabitation. To officially recognize the marriage, the two must live together under the same roof.

[SEQUEL OF CHENG-GE & DA BAO] Wu Suowei dared a tiny glance up at him, eyes wide, uncertain, hopeful. For a fleeting second, Chi Cheng almost cursed again-not at his men, not at the botched job, but at the way those innocent doe eyes made him feel like the villain in a story he hadn't meant to write. "Damn it," he muttered, jerking the rope to force Wu Suowei to his feet. "You're coming with me until I sort this out."