Disclaimer‼️ This is a fan translation. The story will have a live action adaptation entitled 'Bittersweet Love' releasing this July 03, 2026. Side Note: Yes, Bittersweet Love or BL which is kind of a pun itself (😂). Well, I have reasons to believe it's on purpose. Native title: 嫁入高门的男人 Status: Completed Lu Xiaofan, a young man from a poor rural family who was forced to drop out of school, marries into a wealthy household and becomes the son-in-law of a high-ranking official in Beijing. At first, he thinks he has struck the jackpot. Little does he know that what awaits him is nothing more than a cheap green hat-a symbol of infidelity. Although his wife leaves much to be desired, he is fortunate to have an excellent brother-in-law, Bei Luqing. Born into a prominent family, handsome, wealthy, and a top student from a prestigious university, Bei Luqing is someone Lu Xiaofan deeply admires and looks up to. Like a weed that thrives in any crack, Lu Xiaofan constantly adjusts his goals in life. He tries to find a place for himself in every role around Bei Luqing, only to discover that the only vacant position is that of a pervert. Though he does not consider himself one, he grits his teeth and squeezes into the role anyway. As a result, Lu Xiaofan fails to become Bei Luqing's trusted friend. He fails to become his capable confidant. In the end, he becomes Bei Luqing's perverted lover instead. To Lu Xiaofan, the whole situation feels terribly unfair. It is like being labeled one of the "Five Black Categories" before even knowing one's own background only to be told from the start that one is a traitor.

​With one sudden brake, You Shulang rear-ended Fan Xiao. ​In public- Fan Xiao: Are you alright? I share part of the responsibility too. Are you cold? Here, wear my coat. In private- Fan Xiao: License plate A68S57, White Audi. He hit me. How bad? He wasted 38 minutes and 42 seconds of my life. ​When they met again, Fan Xiao absolutely loathed the clear and gentle smile on You Shulang's face. ​In public- Fan Xiao: Working with Director You is a breath of fresh spring air. Shall we grab a meal later? In private- Fan Xiao: Change the wine. Make sure it's the kind that'll get him completely wasted. ​Under the thick shade of the trees, Fan Xiao's tall figure remained hidden as he watched You Shulang kiss another man. ​In public- Fan Xiao: Sexual orientation is a personal freedom. Director You need not take it to heart. In private- Fan Xiao: I'm going to fuck that pervert to death. Come up with a feasible plan. ​Reunited after their breakup, the itch in his heart never went away. ​In public- Fan Xiao: Shulang, I believe there may have been some misunderstandings between us. You Shulang: Take off the mask, you piece of trash. In private- Fan Xiao: Not behaving? Then don't blame me for being rough. ​A sweet story dressed in forced dog-blood drama and angst. T/N: This is not my original work. The series is currently airing and I can't wait to know the story so I searched for the novel and I published here the English translation to share to my fellow To My Shore fans. The Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore]四面佛 Author: Su Erliang (苏二两)

For the latest chapters please visit: https://megajivetranslations.wordpress.com Legend has it that when a brave warrior slaughters a fearsome and lofty dragon, and rescue a precious gem from the possession of the dragon, taking it out of his treasure trove - out of a swamp or a cave - is the most righteous and laudable thing to do.
If only the gem could talk.
If only the gem has the ability to think carefully.
Perhaps it just wants to stay by the dragon's side.
The swamp may stink, the cave may be eternally dark, the dragon guarding it may be ugly, violent, and ferocious. And the entire world hates it.
For the gem however, it is the only place for it, it is the warmest place to stay in.
The gem is Xiao Chen, and the fearsome dragon is Lu Feng.

For the latest chapters please visit: https://megajivetranslations.wordpress.com I have always thought that Lu Feng is just a little bull-headed, a little lacking in virtuous speech, a little more domineering and a little willful, but ultimately a man with warm veins flowing out of a warm heart. A love that blossomed when I was merely fourteen, I have once dared hope that it will last a lifetime, but the brutal truth is that happiness are just moments in life you wish you can freeze. It is not eternal. The cruel hands of fate can strike you at your most vulnerable to leave your life derailed from the path you painstakingly built. No amount of love can alter the fact that it is gone. When we reconciled at forty, I can no longer find a trace of shadow from the past. If there is an expiration period for love, how long is it? And when love appears once again, would we have the courage to embrace it?

FOR THE LATEST CHAPTERS PLEASE VISIT megajivetranslations.wordpress.com A visually impaired fortune teller who had set up stall at the entrance of the alleyway once told me, "Your love life is destined to be tragically entangled with a man, and it will not come to a good end." My payment to him was a half-drank soda can stuffed into his hands. I walked away with an air of indignation. "Hey, you haven't paid!" His yelling was still audible from a few blocks away. Are you for real, you could not even tell if your customer is a man or a woman, what fortune can you possibly tell? Count yourself lucky I did not thrash your stall. Sitting here at the train station, with my cheeks swelling into the size of a pig's head, disheveled clothes, both hands empty, I recalled the words of the fortune teller. I regret not paying my dues and a bit more to him. It is a pity before today, I have been living the life of a fool. Not only did I not redeem myself from being involved with a man, I did not discern that I will never come to a good end........ ~ My story is dedicated to everyone who have entered my life, those who stayed and those who left. One of my favorite poet said: "There is a story, the one and only story that deserves to be told in its entirety." To me, this is exactly what I need to tell. ~